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ich halte Ihr Herz
winged Schatten, die vorbei fegen
ich hörte den Wind aller Tag
ich fülle diese Schale
die Qual des Habens zu vieler Energie
im Hafen neuen Yorks
es war der Herbst des Jahres
melancholische Tage sind gekommen
er wird gegangen
obwohl Lieberepine und Grundscheuern
was es die gesagten Maschinen war
Sie sagen, daß Sie mich lieben
ich liebe, eine Weile weg zu stehlen

 



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