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death poem

es gab drei in der Wiese durch den Bach
hohe Wände und sehr groß
die auf das Oberseite sagen, daß sie Sie, Masse kennen -- sie sind Lügner
ich denke sie gerades herrliches
O angemessen und stately Mädchen, dessen Augen
aus mir heraus unwürdig und unbekannt
ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
die Sonne ist oben
bis zu ihrem Raumfenster
schreckliche Wahrheiten diese sind
wir legen
meine zutreffende Liebe von ihrem Kissen stieg
voll von den Rissen

 



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