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sorry poem

sie fragen mich, wo ich gewesen bin
lieben Sie mich schließlich oder, wenn Sie nicht werden
die Lattentagesdrowses auf dem westlichen durchtränken
in Ihrem Flug
Sonne und Wind und Schlag von Meer
behold ich, in meinem chiffon, in Gaze und in Filterstreifen
ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte

 



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