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son poem

nie in meinem ganzem Leben
häufig denke ich an die schöne Stadt
dieses ist das Arsenal
Material des Mondes
ein kleiner Pfirsich im Obstgarten wuchs
zu, was eine Frau sie geliebt vergleicht
er war ein hohes junges oysterman
Sonne trat unten von seinem goldenen Throne


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