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während ich das Hören stand, diskret dumb
neben es gab nie einen Ton das Holz aber eins
Sie sind frei
es gibt keine Menge, gleichwohl aufgepaßt und geneigt
Hinausschieben, vainly kämpfend
ruhig mit reverance, im Awe
und noch gingen sie an
das Kind, das weg Blatt nach Blatt warf

 



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