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poem for pastors

hängen Sie keinen Wreath
ein Nebel fuhr unten
das Emporheben, als der Wind brannte durch
wir legen
lassen Sie hören
Vögel gegen den Aprilwind
in einem alten Raum beleuchtete weich
jetzt, während meine Lippen leben
gestern Abend legte der Vollmond ein Tuch von Weiß
und wie Sie Traum der Sitzung konnten
Freund, dessen Lächeln gekommen ist zu sein
stern kalter Mann

 



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