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sympathy poem

aber alas, gerade Träume
Bewegung Ihres Körpers ist wie Musik
sie muß zurück gehen, sagte sie
ich denke sie gerades herrliches
babylon -- wo ich gehe zu träumen
wie ein blanker Mann ich gehen
voll von den Rissen
ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
alle jene Schätze, die liegen
das Kind, das weg Blatt nach Blatt warf
ich habe daß eine bestimmte Prinzessin gehört
gegangen die drei, jene seltenen Schwestern

 



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