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funeral poem

das Licht zurückgenommen
ich weiß nicht wo
zu einigem die fetten Götter
jene schwarzen Augen I einmal so gepriesen
schauen Sie zurück mit longing Augen und wissen Sie, daß ich folge
ich stand
welches hält
es ist zutreffend, daß Sie sagen, daß die Götter mehr Gebrauch zu Ihnen als Feen sind
von Fußboden zu Decke
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand

 



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