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ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
traurig sprechend
über ihnen alle, unten schauend
aus mir heraus unwürdig und unbekannt
gerade jetzt
gegangen die drei, jene seltenen Schwestern
unter dem Erntemond
Gott
es gab ein strangeness auf Ihren Lippen

 



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