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ich loathed Sie
wie ein blanker Mann ich gehen
wir brechen das Glas dessen sacred Wein
innerhalb dieses niedrigen Grabs liegt ein conqueror
kein Opfer sind ich der schlechten Gedanken
wie wild, wie Hexe-wie sonderbares, das das Leben sein sollte
wenn der Wind gegen uns in der Dunkelheit arbeitet
ruhig mit reverance, im Awe

 



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