Das ist ein ganz junger Seel
Der Wörter zu Texten verhämmert
Wo er sich den Morgen erdämmert
Dort ruht noch so aber viel
In Werten und Stil
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Der wohl in die Tasten greift
Wo er mir die Welt abgestreift
Dort findet der Friede mich plötzlich wieder
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