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welches ich erwähnen möchte
ich mag es
gloom
ich gehe hinunter die Gartenwege
Stadt, die nicht eine Stadt ist
ich habe die Welt geworfen
Nacht ist dunkel und die Winterwinde
wir brechen das Glas dessen sacred Wein
die alten Songs
es gab drei in der Wiese durch den Bach
sie in der Schwärzungsversammlung und bitten
aus dem funkelnden Meer heraus
ich stand
ich sagte

 



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