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romantic love poem

ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
gebildet vom loveliness alleine
sie fragen mich, wo ich gewesen bin
warum die Sachen sind, die keinen Tod haben
ich war eine Göttin, ere der Marmor mich fand
der Geruch von stieg so falsch, die zutreffenden Dornen so
wenn Sie heute abend kommen
Sonne trat unten von seinem goldenen Throne

 



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