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broken heart poem

ich hrte den Wind aller Tag
er warfen einen Stein, Sie warfen einen Stein
melancholische Tage sind gekommen
in die Dunkelheit und Frieden meinem abschlieenden Betts
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
ich bin in der Liebe mit hohen far-seeing Pltzen
unter den Rauch und Nebel eines Dezembernachmittages

 



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