Mystisch wird der Herbst,wenn Worte leise die Sterne berührenund wir die Nacht zurückfordern.Der Tag verblast,die Nacht kehrt heim,Mondgeflüster.Der wahrhaftige Dichter,zu seinen Lesern spricht,Montag um sieben, so steht es geschrieben.

-Terence Horn

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