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denken Sie, mein Junge, wenn ich meine Arme um Sie setze
sie können von der Liebe in einem Häuschen sprechen
meine Seele geht in den gorgeous Sachen plattiert
über dem Fluß winken sie zu mir zu
gelebt durch den River-side
auf und ab geht ihn
Schlaf, grauer Bruder des Todes
Sturm
die Wiese kroch
fette schwarze Dollars in einem Wein-Faßraum

 



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