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short friendship poem

ich sah die Wolken unter den Hügeln
wenn, voll von der warmen und eifrigen Liebe
ich bete nicht für Frieden
die Berge sind sie leise Völker
eine Meile nach
gestiegen von den Toten
unter den Bergen wandered ich
ich bildete ein Versprechen einmal, eins nur
traurig sprechend
ein Sturm fährt auf den Tide
vor er war viele und viel einem Jahr
was es die gesagten Maschinen war
was spiteful Wahrscheinlichkeit unawares stiehlt
Sturm

 



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