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sorry poem

Sie sagen, daß Sie mich lieben
wenn, voll von der warmen und eifrigen Liebe
neben einem geschlagenen Feld
über dem Fluß auf dem Hügel
ich liebe mein Leben, aber nicht zu gut
von Fußboden zu Decke
mittlere Vergnügen und Paläste, obwohl wir durchstreifen können
drehen Sie nicht Ihren Kopf
ein Fliegenwort von hier und dort
Schatten legen entlang broadway
gegangen die drei, jene seltenen Schwestern
unter dem Helm des Warriors

 



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