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good bye poem

wenig Gatter wurde schließlich erreicht
ich bin in der Liebe mit hohen far-seeing Plätzen
ich kann nicht seinem greatness immer glauben
wenn ihr Haar wild flaying
ich sah die archangels in meinem Apfel-Baum gestern Abend
ihr Gesicht ist angemessen und glatt und fein
in den Wolke-grauen Morgen
hoch-getragenes Rennen
warum dann, Muß wir? sieht
der Geruch von stieg so falsch, die zutreffenden Dornen so
vor er war viele und viel einem Jahr
wo ich sollen Sie, finden Sie Sie

 



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