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baby shower poem

wir legen
entlang den Bänken
es gibt keine Menge, gleichwohl aufgepaßt und geneigt
ich liebe meine Stunde des Winds und des Lichtes
herrlich und schrecklich Ihre Liebe
ängstlich nicht mehr, sage ich
wo ich sollen Sie, finden Sie Sie
gegen die grüne Flamme des Weißdorn-Baums
ein Nebel fuhr unten
gibt es jedes dort

 



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