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teenage love poem

unsere angenehmen Momente fliegen
es gibt keine Menge, gleichwohl aufgepaßt und geneigt
wenn ich sterbe, denken Sie nur dieses an mich
es gab ein strangeness auf Ihren Lippen
ich singe Ihnen
gloom
Himmel, die sie waren, ashen und nüchtern
ich sah die erste Birne
er würde sogar seinen Witz haben
jene schwarzen Augen I einmal so gepriesen
für diese weißen Arme über meinen Ansatz
lassen Sie nicht hören
in allen Sachen gesprochen nicht von

 



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