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grandmother poem

die Luft ist wie ein Schmetterling
er warfen einen Stein, Sie warfen einen Stein
ich weiß, was Sie sagen werden
Dame, Ihr Herz hat an Staub gewendet
als ich am Sonnenuntergang zurückkam
O angemessen und stately Mädchen, dessen Augen
einige der Hurts, die Sie kuriert haben
in den Hallen des Schlafes wandered Sie vorbei
er spricht nicht gut
zum leidenschaftlichen Geliebten
lassen Sie uns unsere niedrigeren Neigungen ausdrücken

 



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