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niedrig! ' tis ein Galanacht
und mein Name ist truthful
weich weinend
alle jene Schätze, die liegen
in den Wolke-grauen Morgen
ich sah die archangels in meinem Apfel-Baum gestern Abend
hören Sie
sie muß zurück gehen, sagte sie
desolate und einsam
Tage endeared zu jedem MUSE
Freund, dessen Lächeln gekommen ist zu sein
Wille schimmern Sie auf dem Meer?

 



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