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sympathy poem

warum die Sachen sind, die keinen Tod haben
ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
Schatten legen entlang broadway
meine ganze Liebe für meinen Bonbon
ich bin in der Liebe mit hohen far-seeing Plätzen
Einfachheit
hohe Wände und sehr groß
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
O angemessen und stately Mädchen, dessen Augen
Ruhe als die zweiter Sommer

 



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