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da ich der Richtung des Todes geglaubt habe
lieben Sie mich schließlich oder, wenn Sie nicht werden
ich sah ihn einmal vorher
seien Sie in mir als die ewigen Stimmungen
in den mournful Zahlen
um Mitternacht
Töchter der Zeit
schwach-weak-winged Song
sie sprengte fierce Wein
eine Meile nach
machen Sie sich nicht um das unsichtbare Sorgen

 



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