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ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
ich sagte
als ich war, lief London ein
er warfen einen Stein, Sie warfen einen Stein
in allen Sachen gesprochen nicht von
voll von den Rissen
warum so traurig mein reizendes?
über dem Fluß auf dem Hügel
gegangen die drei, jene seltenen Schwestern
geschaukelt in die Aufnahmevorrichtung vom tiefen
Moonlight tief und zart
ich muß sagen gute Nacht

 



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