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das Kind, das weg Blatt nach Blatt warf
dieses ist der Song von Jugend
meine ganze Liebe für meinen Bonbon
unter meinem Fenster in einer Stadtstraße
Himmel, die sie waren, ashen und nüchtern
glänzt das letzte Alter, das folgende mit Hoffnung wird gesehen
einige der Hurts, die Sie kuriert haben
Bruder, bin ich Feuer
der Himmel
mein Sohn ist tot und ich bin gehender Vorhang
dort durch das Fenster im alten Haus
geheimnisvolle Nacht

 



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