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ich hörte den Wind aller Tag
Schlaf, grauer Bruder des Todes
aller Tag zum Aufpassen der blauen Welle sich zu kräuseln und zu brechen
eine Feder des Stahls
gloom
lassen Sie uns errichten
unter den Bergen wandered ich
ein Nebel fuhr unten
ich habe das Rennen gewonnen
lassen Sie uns Pity die, denen besser seien Sie weg von, als wir sind
alle beruhigen entlang dem potomac
rückwärts drehen Sie sich rückwärts
unter dusky Lorbeerblatt

 



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