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ein Nebel fuhr unten
wickeln Sie die Masse im bewölkten Wetter auf
so verloren
hören Sie
eine Meile nach
aus mir heraus unwürdig und unbekannt
ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
alle werfen die Jahre nieder
die Dichter sagen

 



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