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thanksgiving poem

ich fülle diese Schale
schauen Sie zurück mit longing Augen und wissen Sie, daß ich folge
wie wild, wie Hexe-wie sonderbares, das das Leben sein sollte
lassen Sie uns Pity die, denen besser seien Sie weg von, als wir sind
so gefallen
in ihren zackigen regimentals
ich sah die Wolken unter den Hügeln
ich bin alt und blind
traurig sprechend

 



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