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Frau vermißte viel, wie Sie zu mir benennen, Anruf zu mir
wickeln Sie die Masse im bewölkten Wetter auf
Überschreiten durch die huddled und häßlichen Wände
die hypocritic Tage
ein Himmel, der nie Sonne, Mond oder Sterne gekannt hat
es gab eine Zeit in den ehemaligen Jahren
ich habe die stolzesten Sterne gesehen

 



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