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halloween poem

Sitzen in seinem Schalthebel, der Ihren Tee wartet
singen Sie wieder dem Song Sie gesungen
schwach-weak-winged Song
ich denke sie gerades herrliches
die Schatten der Schiffe
winged Schatten, die vorbei fegen
ein kleiner Pfirsich im Obstgarten wuchs
warum dann, Muß wir? sieht
wie wie die Sterne dieses Weiß ist, namenlose Gesichter

 



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