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ich bete nicht für Frieden
ich bildete ein Versprechen einmal, eins nur
sie sagte
die Schwärzung stiehlt die Formen aller Königinnen
lassen Sie hören
in seinem vorsichtigen Zelt
unter dem Erntemond
an der Dämmerung sagte er
es gibt keine Menge, gleichwohl aufgepaßt und geneigt
rückwärts drehen Sie sich rückwärts
der Duft kam
in können Sie

 



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