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funeral poem

ich habe sie in der Nacht gehört
zu einigem die fetten Götter
in einem alten Raum beleuchtete weich
neben es gab nie einen Ton das Holz aber eins
das endlose, dumme merriment der Sterne
ich bin fevered
warum so traurig mein reizendes?
der Regen sein rĂĽber und die leuchtende Luft
ich brenne keinen Duft
unnachgiebige Vergangenheit des thou
diese sind

 



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