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ihr schönes Haar
über den Dachspitzen laufen Sie die Schatten der Wolken
letzter Mitternacht
singen Sie wieder dem Song Sie gesungen
ich brenne keinen Duft
Gedanken durch meinen Kopf
häufig denke ich an die schöne Stadt
obwohl ich wenig als alle kleinen Sachen bin
gerade als meine Finger auf diesen Schlüsseln

 



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