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sad poem

häufig denke ich an die schöne Stadt
wie Adler auf hoher Höhe
ich brenne keinen Duft
unsere angenehmen Momente fliegen
ich starrte den prachtvollen Himmel an
sehen Sie, daß ich Ihnen mich gebe
Töchter der Zeit


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