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break up poem

burly, DösenHumblebiene
weich weinend
ich bot sie aller Abschied
er spricht nicht gut
aber alas, gerade Träume
durch die rude Brücke
für dann außen
als Meer-Winde unsere Solitudes durchbohrten
ich sagte
wie wie die Sterne dieses Weiß ist, namenlose Gesichter
unter dem Helm des Warriors
es gibt kein Entweichen durch den Fluß

 



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