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aber ich kann nicht Sie jetzt lesen
Schriftsatz auf einer Fliegennacht
ich bin fevered
babylon -- wo ich gehe zu träumen
ihr schönes Haar
die Qual des Habens zu vieler Energie
unter meinem Fenster in einer StadtstraĂźe
hängen Sie keinen Wreath
ich sehe allen menschlichen Esprit
in können Sie
entlang einem River-side
Stern-Staub und vaporous Licht

 



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