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ich bin fevered
sie hörte die Kinder, in der Sonne zu spielen
sind Sie wach?
als es
geheimnisvolle Nacht
häufig denke ich an die schöne Stadt
es war der Herbst des Jahres
meine Mutter unterrichtete mich daß jede Nacht
voll von den Rissen
in seinem vorsichtigen Zelt
er warfen einen Stein, Sie warfen einen Stein
die Luft ist von Dämmerung und Frühling voll

 



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