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als ich ein Junge an der Hochschule war
mein Sohn ist tot und ich bin gehender Vorhang
herauf von den Süden am Bruch des Tages
was ich Ihnen verdanken
ruhig mit reverance, im Awe
der alte Westen, die alte Zeit
Hinausschieben, vainly kämpfend
glooms der Lebeneichen
unsere angenehmen Momente fliegen
Standplatz hier durch meine Seite
lassen Sie nicht hören

 



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