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es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
es gibt Gewinne für alle unsere Verluste
Sitzen in seinem Schalthebel, der Ihren Tee wartet
in den Hallen des Schlafes wandered Sie vorbei
eine Meile nach
sie hat einen freien Raum, Wind-geschütztes loveliness
vor tausend leisen Jahren
Bruder, bin ich Feuer
ich habe die stolzesten Sterne gesehen
Schlaf, grauer Bruder des Todes

 



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