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teen love poem

gelebt durch den River-side
ich gehe meine Weise complacently
den brennenden Gedanken kleiden
war sie nicht für diesen einzigartigen Geruch
geheimnisvolle Nacht
unter den Bergen wandered ich
Material des Mondes
hatten er und i aber getroffen
weich weinend
folglich kann ich nicht
die kleinen weißen Gebete
ich fülle diese Schale


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