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death poem

lassen Sie mich durch die Straße langsam bewegen
ich sagte, ich habe geschlossen mein Herz
liegt hier eine schönste Dame
was ich Ihnen verdanken
die Sonne ist oben
drehen Sie nicht Ihren Kopf
jetzt, während meine Lippen leben
so verloren
ich weiß nicht wo
Schlaf, grauer Bruder des Todes
ich sehe allen menschlichen Esprit
wie ich innen roofed liege, innen aussortiert

 



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