[ zweiundzwanzigster tag (II) ]

laute fröhlichkeit auf den fluren, kanonen
zerschlagen vor den türen die nacht; so
viel lärm. unendliche traurigkeit. kein ort
zum verstecken, zum entrinnen kein ziel


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