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teenage love poem

ich sterbe
über dem Fluß winken sie zu mir zu
ich hörte den Wind aller Tag
Sie sagen, daß Sie mich lieben
wenn ich zurück zu Masse gehe
singen Sie wieder dem Song Sie gesungen
ich brenne keinen Duft
süsses splendor
Liebe ist tausend Möglichkeiten gesungen worden
ich liebe die alten melodious Lagen
traurige Rolle der gedämpften Trommel hat Schlag
er spricht nicht gut

 



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