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death poem

Frau vermißte viel, wie Sie zu mir benennen, Anruf zu mir
als ich ein Junge an der Hochschule war
gegangen die drei, jene seltenen Schwestern
sind sie traurig, die nicht Liebe kennen
ich habe das Rennen gewonnen
welches ich erwähnen möchte
gaily durch die Felder tanzten wir
ich schleuderte meine Seele zur Luft wie einem Falkefliegen

 



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