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sad death poem

ich bin alt und blind
ich verachte meine Freunde mehr als Sie
wenn Sie heute abend kommen
vor tausend leisen Jahren
in allen Sachen gesprochen nicht von
weich jetzt das Licht des Tages
was ich Ihnen verdanken
jetzt, während meine Lippen leben
wenn ich zurück zu Masse gehe
vor langer Zeit im jungen Moonlight
meine sorge, wenn sie hier mit mir ist

 



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