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ich sah, daß Sie und shivering auf den Steinen hunched
wir waren nicht viele
Bruder, bin ich Feuer
und noch gingen sie an
sie sprengte fierce Wein
meine Seele geht in den gorgeous Sachen plattiert
die alten Songs
mit Freude und Wunder
drehen Sie nicht Ihren Kopf
wie ich sollen Sie, helfen Sie rechts der Welt, die falsch geht
Sie sind schön und verblassen
lassen Sie uns unsere niedrigeren Neigungen ausdrücken

 



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