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thanksgiving poetry

lassen Sie nicht hören
die Luft ist von Dämmerung und Frühling voll
alle werfen die Jahre nieder
wie wild, wie Hexe-wie sonderbares, das das Leben sein sollte
Dame, Ihr Herz hat an Staub gewendet
wickeln Sie die Masse im bewölkten Wetter auf
meine Seele ist ein dunkles gepflogenes Feld
ich liebe mein Leben, aber nicht zu gut
ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte

 



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