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Musik I hörte mit Ihnen war mehr als Musik
ich stand
wir, die standen
ich habe das Rennen gewonnen
in den mournful Zahlen
schreckliche Wahrheiten diese sind
meine Mutter twines mich die Roses, die mit Tau naß sind
erklären Sie mir nicht
aber alas, gerade Träume
fette schwarze Dollars in einem Wein-Faßraum

 



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