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ich bin der Wind, der wavers
sie sprengte fierce Wein
Tochter, thoukunst kommen zu sterben
ein Nebel fuhr unten
durch das Ufer durch das Meer
in Ihren Armen war ruhige Freude
wenn ich sterbe, denken Sie nur dieses an mich
umsponnen und gesponnen
verbessern Sie als Granit
der Himmel
letzter Mitternacht
die Wiese kroch

 



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