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seien Sie in mir als die ewigen Stimmungen
auf und an
innerhalb meiner Hand halte ich
machen Sie sich nicht um das unsichtbare Sorgen
im Bereich
Dame, Ihr Herz hat an Staub gewendet
allein
von Song und Traum fĂĽr ĂĽberhaupt gegangen
als weiĂźe Kerze
vor langer Zeit im jungen Moonlight
ich bin fevered
geheimnisvolle Nacht
babylon -- wo ich gehe zu träumen

 



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