Ein leichtes Blatt auf einem wilden Wind
Berührt leise meinen Harnisch,
Dort, wo mein Herz schlägt.
Ich fürchte diesen Wind,
Denn in ihm singt die Sorge der See.
Danke für so vieles, dass ich es in Worten nicht ausdrücken kann.
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