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ich bin der Wind, der wavers
Überschreiten durch die huddled und häßlichen Wände
was wir jetzt tut
letzter Mitternacht
in ihren zackigen regimentals
ich habe daß eine bestimmte Prinzessin gehört
gegangen die drei, jene seltenen Schwestern
die Wiese kroch
wo ich sollen Sie, finden Sie Sie
erklären Sie mir nicht

 



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