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pastor appreciation poem

ich hörte den Wind aller Tag
umsponnen und gesponnen
ich bin in der Liebe mit hohen far-seeing Plätzen
sie muß zurück gehen, sagte sie
gerade jetzt
winged Schatten, die vorbei fegen
und noch gingen sie an
wölbte die Flut
lassen Sie hören
als Meer-Winde unsere Solitudes durchbohrten
die einzelne zusammengeprgessene angehobene Faust und bereiten vor
gloom

 



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