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ich liebe meine Stunde des Winds und des Lichtes
erneuern Sie den Anblick der Freude
glooms der Lebeneichen
Farbtöne der Nacht fielen schnell
das traurigste des Jahres
Himmel, die sie waren, ashen und nüchtern
ich habe daß eine bestimmte Prinzessin gehört
meine Seele geht in den gorgeous Sachen plattiert
blau-schwarze nubian zupfende Orangen
der Himmel
wenn der Schleier von den Augen angehoben wird

 



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