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My dear brother when will we build a raft	A
to float down the sky on	B
My dear brother soon our load will be so heavy	C
that we'll sink	D
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My dear brother onto paper	E
we'll draw many countries and tracks	F
Watch out for the black lines	G
or you'll fly sky high with the land mines	G
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My dear brother i want to be tied to a stake	H
and scream	I
Already you ride out of death valley	C
and together we will flee	C
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On guard in the gypsy camp on guard in the desert camp	J
the sand streams from our hair	K
your age and my age and the age of the world	L
cannot be measured in years	M
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Don't be deceived by cunning ravens sticky spider's hands	N
and a feather in the bush	O
don't eat and drink in a fool's paradise	P
illusion gleams in pans and mugs	Q
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Only he who by the golden bridge	R
still remembers the name for the Karfunkel fairy has won	S
i must tell you that it melted after the last snow in the garden	S
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Many many stones have made our feet so sore	T
One can heal We will use it to jump with	U
until the children's king with the key to his kingdom	V
in his mouth comes for us and then we will sing	W
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it s a beautiful moment when the date pit sprouts	X
Each one that falls has wings	Y
Red foxglove fringes the shroud of the poor	Z
and your parnassia sinks onto my seal	A2
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We must go to sleep darling the game is over	E
On tip toe The white shirts swell	B2
Father and mother say there are ghosts in the house	C2
when we exchange breath	D2

Ingeborg Bachmann

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