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und noch gingen sie an
ich sah ihn einmal vorher
zu, was eine Frau sie geliebt vergleicht
unter den Rauch und Nebel eines Dezembernachmittages
und wie Sie Traum der Sitzung konnten
hören Sie den Regen?
häufig denke ich an die schöne Stadt
ein Himmel, der nie Sonne, Mond oder Sterne gekannt hat
weich weinend
schön
neben es gab nie einen Ton das Holz aber eins

 



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