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Ingeborg Bachmann

(1926 - 1973 / Austria)

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But where are we going
carefree be carefree
when it grows dark and when it grows cold
be carefree
but
with music
what should we do
cheerful and with music
and think
cheerful
in facing the end
with music
and to where do we carry
best of all
our questions and dread of all the years
to the dream laundry carefree be carefree
but what happens
best of all
when dead silence

sets in

Submitted: Monday, April 23, 2012
Edited: Monday, April 23, 2012

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