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Sabtu, 09 April 2011

entfremdet

 it is about "entfremdet"

No one was with me here
Happy I was--alone
 Yet from the sunshine suddenly
A joy was gone.
 So, when with fickle heart
I joyed in the passing day,
 
A presence my mood estranged
Went grieved away.

 

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