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love friendship poem

wenn die Stunden des Tages numeriert werden
in den Hallen des Schlafes wandered Sie vorbei
ich liebe mein Leben, aber nicht zu gut
Himmel, die sie waren, ashen und nüchtern
sie muß zurück gehen, sagte sie
Material des Mondes
gestiegen von den Toten
ich sah mit geöffneten Augen
wenn ihr Haar wild flaying
wenn der Schleier von den Augen angehoben wird
ich hatte den Fall über-vorbereitet


 



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