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ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
ich brenne keinen Duft
vor er war viele und viel einem Jahr
schauen Sie heraus nach den Sternen, meine Liebe
obwohl Lieberepine und Grundscheuern
gelebt durch den River-side
Sonne trat unten von seinem goldenen Throne
ich halte Ihr Herz
es gibt eine Stunde des ruhigen Restes
ich bin vom Sein bitter und träge vom Sein klug träge
ich habe den Silence der Sterne und des Meeres gekannt

 



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