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sad love poem

wie ich sollen Sie, helfen Sie rechts der Welt, die falsch geht
wer den Wind nennen wird
es gibt keine Menge, gleichwohl aufgepaßt und geneigt
nun da ich zu Ihnen abgekühlt bin
schauen Sie heraus nach den Sternen, meine Liebe
dunkel-eyed
sind Sie wach?
Tochter, thoukunst kommen zu sterben
schöne, tragical Gesichter

 



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