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romantic poem

ich war eine Göttin, ere der Marmor mich fand
Nacht war schwarz und drear
gebildet vom loveliness alleine
ich bin vom Sein bitter und träge vom Sein klug träge
im Bereich
gerade jetzt
die Schiffe liegen in der Bucht
Welt, die unter meiner Hand ändert
wenn, voll von der warmen und eifrigen Liebe
dunkel-eyed
ich liebe meine Stunde des Winds und des Lichtes

 



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