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Sonne trat unten von seinem goldenen Throne
da ich der Richtung des Todes geglaubt habe
hoch-getragenes Rennen
ich sah die archangels in meinem Apfel-Baum gestern Abend
bleiben Sie nicht mehr
alle beruhigen entlang dem potomac
mit Freude und Wunder
ein Nebel fuhr unten
der Geruch von stieg so falsch, die zutreffenden Dornen so
weich weinend

 



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