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vor langer Zeit im jungen Moonlight
innerhalb meiner Hand halte ich
ich weiß, was Sie sagen werden
mein Sohn ist tot und ich bin gehender Vorhang
gegangen vor uns
Material des Mondes
es gibt ein Land voll des Weins
erklären Sie mir
und noch gingen sie an
lassen Sie mich durch die Straße langsam bewegen


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