Ich bin nicht müde mehr. Nicht hungrig, durstig, schmerzensreich. Kein Wanderer noch. Zu allen Ecken hin. Und bin bei dir, wenn bald mein Haupt dem Schnitter in sein Beutel fällt.

 

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