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graduation poem

Schlaf, grauer Bruder des Todes
lassen Sie uns unsere niedrigeren Neigungen ausdrĂĽcken
der Regen sein rĂĽber und die leuchtende Luft
sehen Sie, sie zurĂĽckgehen
unter dusky Lorbeerblatt
fette schwarze Dollars in einem Wein-FaĂźraum
Überschreiten durch die huddled und häßlichen Wände
was wir jetzt tut
als ich war, lief London ein
die alten Songs
es gab eine Zeit in den ehemaligen Jahren
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand

 



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