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sad death poem

gegen die grüne Flamme des Weißdorn-Baums
ich denke sie gerades herrliches
Sie sagen, daß Sie mich lieben
gerade als meine Finger auf diesen Schlüsseln
und wie Sie Traum der Sitzung konnten
einige windigere Tage
jenseits schauen

 



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