Am FriedHof vorbei zur Kapelle
Trübe LichtFlecken einer ÖlLampe
Die Schwärze der Nacht wird blau an den Rändern
Eintritt
WiderSchein der kleinen, flammenden BittKerzen
Schatten unserer Schwäche
Wieder eine Träne
Wenn unsere Zeit
Korn um Korn verronnen ist
Füllt Asche die Urne
Wer trägt die Urne
Löscht aus die Worte
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