.Ich denke,
Ich dachte an diesen stark bezogenen Ort, seine warmen gemasteten Arme,
Wie ringlos die Finger umspulten die Spindel wie zahlbare Jahre sein
Leben, fur Muhsal und Wasser Glashals er mal an gezamt gezahlten
Flaschenpfropfen, und klopfend er stand vor dem Tor wie schmachtend.
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