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hoch-getragenes Rennen
ich bin alt und blind
ich sehe allen menschlichen Esprit
Roses und Gold
ich sah die archangels in meinem Apfel-Baum gestern Abend
erinnern sich Sie
lassen Sie das reizende Wortunsaid
ich sah die Wolken unter den Hügeln
unten gekommen an der Dämmerung von den windless Hügeln
ich starrte den prachtvollen Himmel an
das Emporheben, als der Wind brannte durch
Nobility des Todes wieder
wenn ich sterbe, denken Sie nur dieses an mich
ich halte Ihr Herz

 



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