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es gibt eine Stunde des ruhigen Restes
der Himmel
wenn ich sterbe, denken Sie nur dieses an mich
oben auslösen, unten fallend
ich sterbe
desolate und einsam
ich stand
das endlose, dumme merriment der Sterne
singen Sie wieder dem Song Sie gesungen
wenn ich gekonnt hatte, Enge ein Gefängnis Liebe ist
seien Sie nicht falsch
meine Seele ist ein dunkles gepflogenes Feld

 



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