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sad love poem

ich wundere mich, wo Sie leben
wenig Gatter wurde schlieĂźlich erreicht
gerade jetzt
ich liebe die alten melodious Lagen
ich rĂĽttele mein Haar im Wind des Morgens
gestiegen von den Toten
alle jene Schätze, die liegen
als es
innerhalb meiner Hand halte ich

 



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