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ich hörte den Wind aller Tag
wer den Wind nennen wird
sie muß zurück gehen, sagte sie
warum
dunkelstes, merkwürdigstes Geheimnis
Stadt, die nicht eine Stadt ist
durch das Ufer durch das Meer
umsponnen und gesponnen
noch dreizehn Jahre
um Mitternacht
mit den meek, braunen Augen

 



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