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ich bin eine Frau
gestern Abend legte der Vollmond ein Tuch von WeiĂź
ca. beschwerte sich zum Meister
er erklärt von den guten alten Zeiten
er war ein hohes junges oysterman
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
ich singe Ihnen
ich bot sie aller Abschied
durch die ausgedehnten schmerzende Brust der Masse

 



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