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ich sah, daß Sie und shivering auf den Steinen hunched
es gibt ein Land voll des Weins
ein Vogel sang
meine Mutter twines mich die Roses, die mit Tau naß sind
liebe Frau
Tochter, thoukunst kommen zu sterben
als ich in Ihre Augen schaute
von Fußboden zu Decke

 



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