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sorry poem

unter einem ausgebreiteten Kastaniebaum
noch dreizehn Jahre
ich ging auf und ab die Straßen
süsses splendor
ich liebe die alten melodious Lagen
seien Sie nicht mit mir verärgert
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
und während wir gingen, wurde das Gras schwach gerührt
aber alas, gerade Träume
jene schwarzen Augen I einmal so gepriesen

 



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