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wir waren nicht viele
sie hörte die Kinder, in der Sonne zu spielen
zwei Reihen der Kohlpflanzen
ein Nebel fuhr unten
wenn der rote Slayer denken, slays er
aus dem tiefen heraus und die Dunkelheit
ich weiß, was Sie sagen werden
grünes Nachmittagsserene und hell
warum Sie immer der dort shivering Standplatz tun Sie
diese alte silberne Schüssel von meinen
dieses ist das Schiff der Perle

 



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