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poem for pastors

ich verachte meine Freunde mehr als Sie
letzter Mitternacht
wo ich sollen Sie, finden Sie Sie
unter den Bergen wandered ich
Einfachheit
ich liebte eine Frau
ich habe sie in der Nacht gehört
die kleinen weißen Gebete
ich bin alt und blind
lassen Sie mich durch die Straße langsam bewegen
unter einem ausgebreiteten Kastaniebaum
geben Sie mich
ich rüttele mein Haar im Wind des Morgens
was wir jetzt tut

 



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