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die Sonne ist oben
wie wild, wie Hexe-wie sonderbares, das das Leben sein sollte
ich mag es
und breakethbrot nicht mehr
bewiesen im Schimmer in Ihren Augen
Stern-Staub und vaporous Licht
häufig denke ich an die schöne Stadt
alle beruhigen entlang dem potomac
ich habe sie in der Nacht gehört

 



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