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ich weiß nicht wo
warum
warum die Sachen sind, die keinen Tod haben
es gab drei in der Wiese durch den Bach
wenn es
ein Fliegenwort von hier und dort
Ruhe als die zweiter Sommer
ich sagte, ich habe geschlossen mein Herz
einmal dieser weiche Rasen
als ich ein Junge an der Hochschule war
diese Herzen wurden von den menschlichen Freuden und Obacht gesponnen

 



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