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meine Mutter unterrichtete mich daß jede Nacht
Bonbon mit Farn und stieg
in das leise Land
mit Freude und Wunder
lassen Sie mich traurig sein
durch die rude Brücke
Sitzen in seinem Schalthebel, der Ihren Tee wartet
die Sterne fielen vom Himmel
sie sagte
noch dreizehn Jahre
Hinausschieben, vainly kämpfend
aller Tag zum Aufpassen der blauen Welle sich zu kräuseln und zu brechen

 



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