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weich jetzt das Licht des Tages
warum die Sachen sind, die keinen Tod haben
ich sah die Wolken unter den HĂĽgeln
durch die rude BrĂĽcke
der Himmel
es gibt eine Stunde des ruhigen Restes
unter dusky Lorbeerblatt
wie ich sollen Sie, helfen Sie rechts der Welt, die falsch geht
und während wir gingen, wurde das Gras schwach gerührt
ich habe die stolzesten Sterne gesehen

 



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