| My poetry rose | |
| in the oven of my heart -- | |
| Eat it fresh, like bread. | |
| Mijn poëzie rees | |
| in de oven van mijn hart -- | ging auf in meinem Herzen -- |
| Eet haar vers, als brood. | Iss sie frisch, wie Brot. |
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