Es gibt ein Land, zum Sie zu kreuzen findet in der Ecke Ihres Auges, im schnellen Beleg Ihres Fusses -- weiter Abstieg der Luft, ein Schnpper, der sich verfangen haben konnte. Und mglicherweise fr Sie, fr mich, ein hohes, Stimme fhrend, die findet seine Weise indem es Angst hat. Da Land dort, fr uns ist, getragen als es, wird gekreuzt. Was Sie frchten, geht nicht weg: es nimmt Sie in selbst und segnet Sie und hlt Sie. Die ist die Welt und alle wir leben dort.
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