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Poetry
Around His Neck
As Her Heart was Burning
Waves Crashing
Because of My Name
In the Land of Forgetfulness
My Mother was Blond
Thanks to the Question
The King also Thirsted for Love
With a White Donkey
Go to the mountains
Here
My time is short
A fine house
A little girl of six
The lost man
Joy gives me open horizons
Father of many gentiles
And after the Destruction
the sorrow of his grief
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