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und während wir gingen, wurde das Gras schwach gerührt
Standplatz hier durch meine Seite
das endlose, dumme merriment der Sterne
und breakethbrot nicht mehr
ruhig mit reverance, im Awe
dunkelstes, merkwürdigstes Geheimnis
gloom
an der Dämmerung sagte er
Kerzen, die seitlich in den Tomatedosen stürzen
die auf das Oberseite sagen, daß sie Sie, Masse kennen -- sie sind Lügner

 



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