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ich liebe meine Stunde des Winds und des Lichtes
ich hörte den Wind aller Tag
dunkel-eyed
meine sorge, wenn sie hier mit mir ist
wir legen
der Geruch von stieg so falsch, die zutreffenden Dornen so
um so bald zu diesem zu kommen stellte sich Dunkelheit vor
ein süß ernster Gedanke
seien Sie nicht falsch

 



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