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funeral poem

gerade als meine Finger auf diesen Schlüsseln
wir, die standen
ich liebe, eine Weile weg zu stehlen
nun da ich zu Ihnen abgekühlt bin
ich bin in das Ödland gekommen, weil meine Seele athirst ist
der Regen sein rüber und die leuchtende Luft

 



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