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sie hörte die Kinder, in der Sonne zu spielen
ich rüttele mein Haar im Wind des Morgens
verbessern Sie als Granit
irgendwo las ich eine merkwürdige, alte, rostige Geschichte
ich fülle diese Schale
glooms der Lebeneichen
Hinausschieben, vainly kämpfend
während ich das Hören stand, diskret dumb

 



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