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baby shower poem

der Schnee whispers ĂĽber mich
ich ging auf und ab die StraĂźen
Stadt, die nicht eine Stadt ist
aus dem tiefen heraus und die Dunkelheit
Meister der menschlichen Schicksale sind ich
Material des Mondes
sie kennt eine preiswerte Freigabe
schöne, tragical Gesichter
und so geht sie
sind sie traurig, die nicht Liebe kennen

 



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