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broken heart poem

könnten wir aber zu wissen
ich bete nicht für Frieden
ich bin in das Ödland gekommen, weil meine Seele athirst ist
die Schiffe liegen in der Bucht
mein Sohn ist tot und ich bin gehender Vorhang
das endlose, dumme merriment der Sterne
Farbtöne der Nacht fielen schnell
ich bin alt und blind
wie ein blanker Mann ich gehen
diese sind

 



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