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ich sterbe
diese Herzen wurden von den menschlichen Freuden und Obacht gesponnen
den brennenden Gedanken kleiden
ein kleiner Pfirsich im Obstgarten wuchs
seit, wenn Sie meine Seite heute bereitstanden
innerhalb dieses niedrigen Grabs liegt ein conqueror
Massentravails
Stern-Staub und vaporous Licht
hängen Sie keinen Wreath
wir brechen das Glas dessen sacred Wein
was wir jetzt tut
die Schwärzung
so verloren
in Ihrem Flug

 



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