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Überschreiten durch die huddled und häßlichen Wände
das Emporheben, als der Wind brannte durch
Schlaf, grauer Bruder des Todes
rückwärts drehen Sie sich rückwärts
in einem alten Raum beleuchtete weich
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
Sitzen in seinem Schalthebel, der Ihren Tee wartet
sie hörte die Kinder, in der Sonne zu spielen
Glück
drei Tage hörte ich sie, sich Sorgen zu machen, wann ich absolut lege
Tage endeared zu jedem MUSE

 



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