We know on this side of
The Hereafter inside us
The mind we conceal
Here in the being
The Paradies dutiful
Then: when we left -
Nobody will miss us later
Death accompanies us on soft toes
To blow away in the nothingness
To break into it all night
Worried one was endeavored
With our little I get used to
To our lips
But draws a you
The word fading soon then
The fear of being a stranger
That oversees our senses
Amazed that
Your eye seeks and watches within me
The near autumn
The winter is not tired in me
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