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erklären Sie mir nicht
gerade als meine Finger auf diesen Schlüsseln
Sitzen in seinem Schalthebel, der Ihren Tee wartet
ich sah ihn einmal vorher
von der Sonne noch Sterne
in den Wolke-grauen Morgen
hören Sie
ich liege am Tabellenberg
umsponnen und gesponnen
gebildet vom loveliness alleine
um so bald zu diesem zu kommen stellte sich Dunkelheit vor

 



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