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ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
auf und an
der Regen sein rüber und die leuchtende Luft
ich liebe die alten melodious Lagen
sie fragen mich, wo ich gewesen bin
Sitzen in seinem Schalthebel, der Ihren Tee wartet
ich starrte den prachtvollen Himmel an
ich gehe meine Weise complacently
wenig Park, den ich durch führe
wenn ein Brief für Freiheit erfolgt ist

 



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