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suicide poem

folglich kann ich nicht
wickeln Sie die Masse im bewölkten Wetter auf
Himmel, die sie waren, ashen und nüchtern
singen Sie wieder dem Song Sie gesungen
meine Seele ist ein dunkles gepflogenes Feld
mit dem Sonnenuntergang
ich habe daß eine bestimmte Prinzessin gehört
Sie sind frei
unnachgiebige Vergangenheit des thou
königliches Fest war erfolgt
in allen Sachen gesprochen nicht von

 



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