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lost love poem

tun Sie die Jungen und Mädchen gehen noch
es gibt eine Stunde des ruhigen Restes
ich sah die Wolken unter den Hügeln
Gedanken durch meinen Kopf
drei Tage hörte ich sie, sich Sorgen zu machen, wann ich absolut lege
er spricht nicht gut
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
Massentravails
möglicherweise
wir legen
wer den Wind nennen wird
ich gehe meine Weise complacently
ist häufig er nicht so?
wenig Gatter wurde schließlich erreicht

 



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