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lassen Sie uns errichten
meine ganze Liebe für meinen Bonbon
traurig sprechend
was spiteful Wahrscheinlichkeit unawares stiehlt
ich liege am Tabellenberg
um so bald zu diesem zu kommen stellte sich Dunkelheit vor
sie muß zurück gehen, sagte sie
Schlaf, grauer Bruder des Todes
und mit dem Summenvogel
die auf das Oberseite sagen, daß sie Sie, Masse kennen -- sie sind Lügner
haben Sie gesehenes Gehen durch das Dorf

 



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