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life poem

wenn Freiheit von ihrer Gebirgshöhe
ich liebe mein Leben, aber nicht zu gut
bis zu ihrem Raumfenster
ein Fliegenwort von hier und dort
Sonne trat unten von seinem goldenen Throne
glänzt das letzte Alter, das folgende mit Hoffnung wird gesehen
singen Sie wieder dem Song Sie gesungen
die Bögen der roten Brücke
die Berge sind sie leise Völker
liebe Frau
sind Sie wach?

 



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