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grandmother poem

babylon -- wo ich gehe zu trumen
gaily durch die Felder tanzten wir
hatten er und i aber getroffen
neben einem geschlagenen Feld
in den mournful Zahlen
es gibt eine Stunde des ruhigen Restes
ein Leben auf der Ozeanwelle
ich bildete ein Versprechen einmal, eins nur
ich bin in das dland gekommen, weil meine Seele athirst ist
im September
winged Schatten, die vorbei fegen

 



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