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lyric poem

was ich Ihnen verdanken
desolate und einsam
der Geruch von stieg so falsch, die zutreffenden Dornen so
ich stand das geöffnete Flügelfenster bereit
Musik I hörte mit Ihnen war mehr als Musik
gestiegen von den Toten
lassen Sie hören
und mein Name ist truthful
aber ich kann nicht Sie jetzt lesen
ein Vogel sang

 



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