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pumpkin poem

gegangen die drei, jene seltenen Schwestern
ein kleiner Pfirsich im Obstgarten wuchs
ich rüttele mein Haar im Wind des Morgens
glooms der Lebeneichen
Sie sagen, daß Sie mich lieben
dieser merkwürdige Begleiter kam auf shuffling Füße
zum leidenschaftlichen Geliebten
Stadt, die nicht eine Stadt ist
lassen Sie nicht hören
ich habe den Silence der Sterne und des Meeres gekannt
ich liebe die alten melodious Lagen
mit den meek, braunen Augen

 



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