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ich liebe die alten melodious Lagen
wie das Glätten fällt
ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
meine Mutter unterrichtete mich daß jede Nacht
weich als das Bett in der Masse
sie sagte
die Dämmerung war apfelgrün
erneuern Sie den Anblick der Freude
erklären Sie mir
hohe Wände und sehr groß
wenn Freiheit von ihrer Gebirgshöhe
lassen Sie mich durch die Straße langsam bewegen

 



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