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sorry poem

ich sah mit geöffneten Augen
Sitzen in seinem Schalthebel, der Ihren Tee wartet
wenn der Wind gegen uns in der Dunkelheit arbeitet
ich sagte
Stern-Staub und vaporous Licht
ein Blick ist aber ein Strahl
in den Hallen des Schlafes wandered Sie vorbei
süsses splendor
war sie nicht für diesen einzigartigen Geruch
ich wundere mich, wo Sie leben
entlang einem River-side
grünes Nachmittagsserene und hell
einige windigere Tage

 



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