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es gibt keine Menge, gleichwohl aufgepaßt und geneigt
die hypocritic Tage
hören Sie den Regen?
obwohl Lieberepine und Grundscheuern
zum leidenschaftlichen Geliebten
achtzig Jahre haben und mehr überschritten
ich starrte den prachtvollen Himmel an
ich halte Ihr Herz
das Licht zurückgenommen
wenn ich sterbe, denken Sie nur dieses an mich
lassen Sie mich durch die Straße langsam bewegen

 



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