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death poem

ich gehe meine Weise complacently
war sie nicht fĂĽr diesen einzigartigen Geruch
es gibt eine Stunde des ruhigen Restes
fette schwarze Dollars in einem Wein-FaĂźraum
ich bin vom Sein bitter und träge vom Sein klug träge
Schlaf, grauer Bruder des Todes
holen Sie mir weichen Song
nie in meinem ganzem Leben
achtzig Jahre haben und mehr ĂĽberschritten
gute Frau
Massentravails
meine ganze Liebe fĂĽr meinen Bonbon

 



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