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pumpkin poem

denken Sie, mein Junge, wenn ich meine Arme um Sie setze
vor er war viele und viel einem Jahr
wenn der rote Slayer denken, slays er
ich habe die stolzesten Sterne gesehen
sind Sie wach?
Stern-Staub und vaporous Licht
ich hörte den Wind aller Tag
die kleinen weißen Gebete
ist häufig er nicht so?
wenn ich gekonnt hatte, Enge ein Gefängnis Liebe ist

 



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