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grandmother poem

Tage endeared zu jedem MUSE
ich verachte meine Freunde mehr als Sie
schreckliche Wahrheiten diese sind
innerhalb meiner Hand halte ich
so verloren
es ist zutreffend, daß Sie sagen, daß die Götter mehr Gebrauch zu Ihnen als Feen sind
wenn ich sehr sicher war

 



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