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autumn poem

neben einem geschlagenen Feld
geben Sie mich
wenn ich sterbe, denken Sie nur dieses an mich
Vögel gegen den Aprilwind
jetzt für einen lebhaften und freundlichen Kampf
nehmen Sie meine Bracelets
für Wahrheit für Liebe
Hinausschieben, vainly kämpfend
die Sonne ist oben
ich muß sagen gute Nacht
glooms der Lebeneichen
diese alte silberne Schüssel von meinen
Sonne trat unten von seinem goldenen Throne

 



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