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father poem

denken Sie, mein Junge, wenn ich meine Arme um Sie setze
weich als das Bett in der Masse
zu, was eine Frau sie geliebt vergleicht
grünes Nachmittagsserene und hell
nie in meinem ganzem Leben
für Wahrheit für Liebe
mein Sohn ist tot und ich bin gehender Vorhang
ich wundere mich, wo Sie leben
entlang einem River-side

 



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