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sie muß zurück gehen, sagte sie
Bewegung Ihres Körpers ist wie Musik
ich bin fevered
geschaukelt in die Aufnahmevorrichtung vom tiefen
sie limps mit dem Anhalten des schmerzlichen Schrittes
im Hafen neuen Yorks
ich stehe im kalten grauen Wetter
er war ein hohes junges oysterman
wir legen
ich muß sagen gute Nacht
in den Wolke-grauen Morgen
ich singe Ihnen

 



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