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herauf von die Wiesen reich mit Mais
ein Leben auf der Ozeanwelle
ich sah die erste Birne
ich wuĂźte nie, daĂź die Masse soviel Gold hatte
und während wir gingen, wurde das Gras schwach gerührt
fĂĽr diese weiĂźen Arme ĂĽber meinen Ansatz
meine sorge, wenn sie hier mit mir ist
umsponnen und gesponnen
allein

 



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