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sad love poem

sie hörte die Kinder, in der Sonne zu spielen
Stadt, die nicht eine Stadt ist
fĂĽr Wahrheit fĂĽr Liebe
drehen Sie nicht Ihren Kopf
die Luft ist von Dämmerung und Frühling voll
wenn die Stunden des Tages numeriert werden
ich kann nicht seinem greatness immer glauben
erklären Sie mir nicht
zwei Reihen der Kohlpflanzen
letzter Mitternacht
um Mitternacht
königliches Fest war erfolgt

 



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