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funeral poem

haben Sie gesehenes Gehen durch das Dorf
gegangen vor uns
ich brenne keinen Duft
wenn die Stunden des Tages numeriert werden
ich liebe, eine Weile weg zu stehlen
unter meinem Fenster in einer Stadtstraße
gaily durch die Felder tanzten wir
rückwärts drehen Sie sich rückwärts
bewiesen im Schimmer in Ihren Augen
seien Sie nicht mit mir verärgert

 



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