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Hinausschieben, vainly kämpfend
ich sehe allen menschlichen Esprit
gaily durch die Felder tanzten wir
ich gehe hinunter die Gartenwege
Frau vermißte viel, wie Sie zu mir benennen, Anruf zu mir
die Schiffe liegen in der Bucht
obwohl ich wenig als alle kleinen Sachen bin
lassen Sie uns errichten
sind Sie lebendig?
zu einigem die fetten Götter
sie können von der Liebe in einem Häuschen sprechen
ich rüttele mein Haar im Wind des Morgens

 



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