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hören Sie
von unseren versteckten Plätzen
so verloren
die Wiese kroch
nie in meinem ganzem Leben
einmal dieser weiche Rasen
Glasbläser der Zeit
Moonlight tief und zart
wenig Park, den ich durch führe
mittlere Vergnügen und Paläste, obwohl wir durchstreifen können
ich sah, daß Gott Sie es? bezweifeln
ich loathed Sie
wie Adler auf hoher Höhe

 



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