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teenage love poem

ich ging auf und ab die Straßen
desolate und einsam
sie konnte ihn im früheren Frühling gekannt haben
ich gehe meine Weise complacently
drehen Sie mich unten durch die Wiese
wenn der rote Slayer denken, slays er
ich hatte einen Traum und ich wachte mit ihm auf

 



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