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in ihren zackigen regimentals
Frau vermißte viel, wie Sie zu mir benennen, Anruf zu mir
aus dem funkelnden Meer heraus
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
ich liege am Tabellenberg
herauf von den Süden am Bruch des Tages
truely
verbessern Sie als Granit

 



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