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baby poem

wir, die standen
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
in können Sie
Moonlight tief und zart
unter meinem Fenster in einer Stadtstraße
jenseits schauen
Gedanken durch meinen Kopf
er wird gegangen
die Berge sind sie leise Völker
zu, was eine Frau sie geliebt vergleicht
ich liebte eine Frau
die Lattentagesdrowses auf dem westlichen durchtränken
wenn die Stunden des Tages numeriert werden
ca. beschwerte sich zum Meister


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