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über dem Fluß auf dem Hügel
meine Seele geht in den gorgeous Sachen plattiert
der Regen sein rüber und die leuchtende Luft
ich bin in das Ödland gekommen, weil meine Seele athirst ist
und breakethbrot nicht mehr
gloom
sind Sie lebendig?
was wir jetzt tut
der Geruch von stieg so falsch, die zutreffenden Dornen so


 



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