Das, was ich habe,
kann man immer sehen,
ein wenig Flut und
jeder Satz mein Sinn.
Mehr Umgegrabe
ist noch nie geschehen,
da ist viel gut, nur
nicht so viel Gewinn.
So eine Gabe
muss man erst verstehen:
es ist der Mut zu
sein, wie ich es bin.
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