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lassen Sie mich traurig sein
ein Himmel, der nie Sonne, Mond oder Sterne gekannt hat
der Regen sein rüber und die leuchtende Luft
Nacht ist dunkel und die Winterwinde
blau-schwarze nubian zupfende Orangen
Frau vermißte viel, wie Sie zu mir benennen, Anruf zu mir
vor dem ernsten Bronzeheiligen
es gibt kein Entweichen durch den Fluß
Material des Mondes
der Duft kam

 



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