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unter dem Erntemond
warum dann, Muß wir? sieht
ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
ich loathed Sie
ich sah die erste Birne
desolate und einsam
in den Hallen des Schlafes wandered Sie vorbei
die Qual des Habens zu vieler Energie
ich liebte eine Frau
Farbtöne der Nacht fielen schnell
erinnern sich Sie
Gott

 



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