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er war ein hohes junges oysterman
warum die Sachen sind, die keinen Tod haben
es gab ein strangeness auf Ihren Lippen
entlang den Bänken
schauen Sie heraus nach den Sternen, meine Liebe
er spricht nicht gut
als ich am Sonnenuntergang zurückkam
unnachgiebige Vergangenheit des thou
die Qual des Habens zu vieler Energie
an der Dämmerung sagte er
ich sterbe
noch schaukelt ihr Grau Aufsatz über das Meer
ich fülle diese Schale

 



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