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hohe Wnde und sehr gro
wir brechen das Glas dessen sacred Wein
eine Meile nach
sind sie traurig, die nicht Liebe kennen
ich bin fevered
ich mag es
Melancholie, Blau war sie
wer den Regen liebt

 



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