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retirement poem

fette schwarze Dollars in einem Wein-Faraum
ich sterbe
in den Hallen des Schlafes wandered Sie vorbei
als weie Kerze
hren Sie den Regen?
es gibt kein Entweichen durch den Flu
die Schiffe liegen in der Bucht
der Geruch von stieg so falsch, die zutreffenden Dornen so

 



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