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best friend poem

ich liebte eine Frau
das endlose, dumme merriment der Sterne
welches hält
gloom
Stadt, die nicht eine Stadt ist
gelebt durch den River-side
mit den meek, braunen Augen
Sie sind mein Begleiter
in können Sie
häufig denke ich an die schöne Stadt
ich bin in das Ödland gekommen, weil meine Seele athirst ist
gestiegen von den Toten
lassen Sie uns unsere niedrigeren Neigungen ausdrücken
innerhalb dieses niedrigen Grabs liegt ein conqueror

 



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