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allein
ich verachte meine Freunde mehr als Sie
wir brechen das Glas dessen sacred Wein
haben wir keine Schande?
aber ich kann nicht Sie jetzt lesen
tun Sie die Jungen und Mädchen gehen noch
meine Seele ist ein dunkles gepflogenes Feld
gebildet vom loveliness alleine
meine Mutter twines mich die Roses, die mit Tau naß sind

 



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