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der Schnee whispers über mich
voll von den Rissen
wer den Wind nennen wird
innerhalb meiner Hand halte ich
durch die ausgedehnten schmerzende Brust der Masse
ich bin in der Liebe mit hohen far-seeing Plätzen
meine Mutter unterrichtete mich daß jede Nacht
schauen Sie heraus nach den Sternen, meine Liebe
stieg und Bernstein war der Sonnenuntergang auf dem Fluß
eine Meile nach
eine Feder des Stahls

 



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