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die Wiese kroch
tat Sie sehen überhaupt ein Krokodil
ich war eine Göttin, ere der Marmor mich fand
ich habe die Welt geworfen
die kleinen weißen Gebete
Nobility des Todes wieder
Frau vermißte viel, wie Sie zu mir benennen, Anruf zu mir
Schlaf, grauer Bruder des Todes
und breakethbrot nicht mehr
was wir jetzt tut
geschaukelt in die Aufnahmevorrichtung vom tiefen

 



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