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Freund, dessen Lächeln gekommen ist zu sein
alter Wein zum Trinken
ein Nebel fuhr unten
Blüten der Babys
dort durch das Fenster im alten Haus
meine Mutter twines mich die Roses, die mit Tau naß sind
in den mournful Zahlen
es gibt eine Stunde des ruhigen Restes
weich weinend
stern kalter Mann
warum Sie immer der dort shivering Standplatz tun Sie
Stadt, die nicht eine Stadt ist
letzter Mitternacht
die langen resounding Marmorflure

 



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