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einfach sprechend
weich als das Bett in der Masse
Roses und Gold
ich war eine Göttin, ere der Marmor mich fand
ich brenne keinen Duft
sie sagte
ein Fliegenwort von hier und dort
drei Tage hörte ich sie, sich Sorgen zu machen, wann ich absolut lege
im Bereich
ich stehe im kalten grauen Wetter
dunkel-eyed
liebe Frau
sehen Sie, daß ich Ihnen mich gebe

 



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