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teenage love poem

seien Sie nicht mit mir verärgert
denken Sie, mein Junge, wenn ich meine Arme um Sie setze
Tag ist erfolgt
mit Freude und Wunder
sie konnte ihn im früheren Frühling gekannt haben
in allen Sachen gesprochen nicht von
mein Sohn ist tot und ich bin gehender Vorhang
ich war eine Göttin, ere der Marmor mich fand

 



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