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seit, wenn Sie meine Seite heute bereitstanden
wenn Sie heute abend kommen
ich loathed Sie
Tochter, thoukunst kommen zu sterben
ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
aus dem funkelnden Meer heraus
einmal dieser weiche Rasen
Blüten der Babys
ich hörte den Wind aller Tag
das kleine mitfühlende, getragen, Lachengesichter
nicht von der breiten Welt des Ganzen
gegangen vor uns
die kleinen weißen Gebete

 



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