songs of the girls
Now they are all of the same woman.
have lost children and dreams, and children born
and children born
and they know: in these gates
we will all turn gray in grief.
Everything has its own room in the house.
Only Avemarialäuten
has its heart still a meaning,
and they come out tired.
If the trails begin to grow,
cool from the pale Campagna's moves:
it like an old song ...
Rainer Maria Rilke
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