Dein Schelm, dein Stil, die tollen Räder,
Die coolen Hüte und die Sammlung an Musik,
Der große Zorn, dass Menschen nicht verstehen,
Und ganz zuletzt: Estación Espacial.
Das sind die Dinge, die ich sicher nicht vergesse,
Doch das ist nichts, denn du bist nicht mehr da.
Darum die Hoffnung: du hast jetzt deinen Frieden,
Und deine Seele wandert einfach so ins All.
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21.05.25
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