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Gerhard Falkner

MOWED POEM

who am I or ask, since he left, there remained
       no consolation in early nature, and snatched
from us all rest, a spark of air, he replied
       which it obeys, even in spring, but bound
nothing worse, if we have been afrighted, since then

MOWED POEM

wer bin ich oder frag, seit er fort war, so blieb es
        doch eigentlich trostlos die frühe natur, und raffte
von uns die ruhe, ein funke luft, hat er erwidert
        wonach es sich richtet, noch im frühling, gebunden
nichts schlimmeres, ob es uns fürchtet, seither
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MOWED POEM

who am I or ask, since he left, there remained
       no consolation in early nature, and snatched
from us all rest, a spark of air, he replied
       which it obeys, even in spring, but bound
nothing worse, if we have been afrighted, since then

MOWED POEM

who am I or ask, since he left, there remained
       no consolation in early nature, and snatched
from us all rest, a spark of air, he replied
       which it obeys, even in spring, but bound
nothing worse, if we have been afrighted, since then
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