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aus mir heraus unwürdig und unbekannt
mittlere Vergnügen und Paläste, obwohl wir durchstreifen können
ich bin vom Sein bitter und träge vom Sein klug träge
meine Seele ist ein dunkles gepflogenes Feld
durch die rude Brücke
alle jene Schätze, die liegen
Kerzen, die seitlich in den Tomatedosen stürzen
er spricht nicht gut
bewiesen im Schimmer in Ihren Augen
entlang einem River-side
was es die gesagten Maschinen war

 



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