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geben Sie mir Hunger
gaily durch die Felder tanzten wir
ich hatte den Fall über-vorbereitet
sie limps mit dem Anhalten des schmerzlichen Schrittes
behold ich, in meinem chiffon, in Gaze und in Filterstreifen
zu einigem die fetten Götter
möglicherweise
über dem Fluß winken sie zu mir zu
Roses und Gold

 



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