{"id":303057,"date":"1998-01-01T00:00:03","date_gmt":"1997-12-31T23:00:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/ed-leeflanggedichten-2\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T18:13:45","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T17:13:45","slug":"ed-leeflanggedichten-2","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/ed-leeflanggedichten-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Ed Leeflang\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Paar<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Hoe konden ze blijven geloven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat op maar \u00e9\u00e9n nacht ijs<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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piano en bed kunnen staan;<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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niet dat ze zweven, ze komen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de dag in als hun kamer,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zien al het nieuws, gaan op reis<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en bleven wat anderen waren,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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eenden op \u00e9\u00e9n nacht ijs.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Tuinier<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Het kraakt in mijn stille bomen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en zacht gaan hun knoppen kreunen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wie wil hoort de bange geluiden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het houtige handenwringen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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om al wat wij weer moeten doen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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mijn slakken mijn vogels mijn stekken<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de torren het gras het fijne vertakken<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het boren en zingen het gaat in de wind<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in de doem van even te paren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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om open te springen en spelenderwijs<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zijn slag te slaan in het groen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vervolgd te zijn in de blaren.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Doornroos<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wij zaten danig lang aan tafel<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en ieder bord leek me te vol<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de stilte vaak onnodig diep;<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik zag zijn handen en hun schrammen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maar kon niet op gedachten komen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Haast was ik opgestaan om lang<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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of eindeloos mijn haar te kammen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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liever dan iets te moeten vragen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik wist niet of ik overmand<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een lam zou wezen of een slang.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wat kon ik weten van mijn tijd<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de stijl van sterven en bepraten,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik die mijn beste tijd versliep<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en nu te oud was voor mijn dagen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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En hij<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik was niet goed bestand<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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tegen die lange stiltes,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het trage lepelen, die al maar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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doende witte hand die brood<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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verkruimelt bij een glas<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat niet wordt leeggedronken.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Was er in ons verlangen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dan kwam het ongelegen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik had mij ingedrongen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en wist nog wat ik dacht<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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al hakkend in de hagen:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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iemand haalt zijn gelijk<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en brengt het nooit meer terug.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Nu kwamen alle jaren nog,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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jurken om af te dragen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Weer ben je op een punt beland<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in vorm of dubio, nog staande<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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voor een deur of er al achter.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ook dit is een gewone oordeelsdag<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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met winterstemmen in de straat<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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post – elastieken op de stoepen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het heen en weer van populieren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en in portieken dorre kranten.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Dan wordt het avond en je neemt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de atlas van toevalligheden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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waarvan \u00e9\u00e9n exemplaar bestaat<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op schoot. Je bladert, zoekt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de plekken op, terwijl je tracht<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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te achterhalen wat je dreef.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En je bedenkt wat nadert.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Spie<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De meelezer is dat niet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het wezen dat in je wil huizen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat bij je binnen kan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de laden licht in je slaap<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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stil meekijkt over je schouder<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en bij je te zware woorden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zich met een zucht in je haren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een hand voor ogen slaat<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die je liefde kouder wil<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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je doodsangst afgewogen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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je beelden vreemder of vager<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het drama onuitgesproken,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een zorgzame heilige geest<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die je naar het leven staat?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Alsnog aan vuillard<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Tot ‘s avonds bleef ik in de stad.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De herfst zou u bevallen zijn<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vlinderend blad de vrouw op het terras<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de kleine slager aan de overkant<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zijn koriander en olijven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de traagheid zelf van wie hier liepen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik dacht aan tuinen van uw hand<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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kamers tafels een lampetkan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zitbad het besloten interieur<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat altijd het verlangen wekt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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erin te mogen leven, niet onwetend<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maar te bezig te verdiept<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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voor wat tezelfdertijd gebeurt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Laat mij niet achter in geluid<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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gooi mij niet voor de beelden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de dagen korten en de regen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zal mij lang binnen houden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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geef me die dagen en hun dingen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik ben eenvoudig; praat,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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laat mij de borden halen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de kopjes drogen of ze breken<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in mijn ijver en versta<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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waarom ik mij herhaal<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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altijd dezelfde vragen stel<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wanneer hoe gauw hoe laat<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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komt die of die, mijn angst<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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erom benut mijn leven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de flarden van mijn taal.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Hun grote liederen gaan in mineur.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Over hun stukgeslagen instrumenten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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kun je niet schrijven. En niet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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over hun lege groene valleien<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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goed voor duizenden schapen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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onbegaanbaar door mijnen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die geen sterveling op zal graven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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niet over hun holen en halve dorpen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hun gruzelementen en gaten.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Hun grote liederen staan in mineur.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Die ken je. Je pen ligt op tafel.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Weer heb je het hart er af te blijven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de avond de avond te laten.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>
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Over het gehele werk<\/h3>\n

Tirade<\/a><\/p>\n

Over dit hoofdstuk\/artikel<\/h3>\n

Ed Leeflang<\/a><\/p>\n
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