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auf und ab geht ihn
ich habe eine Furcht in meinem Leben gehabt
die Masse hält etwas Erschütterungsgehen
der Himmel
die Luft ist wie ein Schmetterling
ich brenne keinen Duft
achtzig Jahre haben und mehr ĂĽberschritten
in allen Sachen gesprochen nicht von
wir legen
ich bin der Wind, der wavers

 



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