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suicide poem

jetzt, während meine Lippen leben
einmal dieser weiche Rasen
in den Hallen des Schlafes wandered Sie vorbei
ich liege am Tabellenberg
häufig denke ich an die schöne Stadt
mit den meek, braunen Augen
ich ging auf und ab die StraĂźen
das Emporheben, als der Wind brannte durch
in ihren zackigen regimentals

 



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