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Frau vermißte viel, wie Sie zu mir benennen, Anruf zu mir
ein Nebel fuhr unten
für diese weißen Arme über meinen Ansatz
da ich der Richtung des Todes geglaubt habe
ich habe sie in der Nacht gehört
wer den Regen liebt
nie in meinem ganzem Leben
meine Mutter unterrichtete mich daß jede Nacht
haben wir keine Schande?
innerhalb meiner Hand halte ich
um so bald zu diesem zu kommen stellte sich Dunkelheit vor

 



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