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happy birthday poem

allein
bis zu ihrem Raumfenster
lassen Sie hören
ich fülle diese Schale
über den Dachspitzen laufen Sie die Schatten der Wolken
obwohl ich wenig als alle kleinen Sachen bin
er kam mich durch die Hand nehmen
ich sah mit geöffneten Augen
war sie nicht für diesen einzigartigen Geruch
diese alte silberne Schüssel von meinen
das Swanbestehen
tat Sie hören überhaupt
babylon -- wo ich gehe zu träumen

 



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