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ich sehe allen menschlichen Esprit
noch dreizehn Jahre
Melancholie, Blau war sie
fette schwarze Dollars in einem Wein-Faßraum
Geräusche, die sich bemühen heftig zu zerreißen
die Schatten der Schiffe
Tag ist erfolgt
wölbte die Flut
und wie Sie Traum der Sitzung konnten
geheimnisvolle Nacht
wenn Sie heute abend kommen
stieg und Bernstein war der Sonnenuntergang auf dem Fluß
pharaoh, König von Land Ägyptens

 



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