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neben einem geschlagenen Feld
wölbte die Flut
Sie sind frei
die Sonne ist oben
wo ich sollen Sie, finden Sie Sie
wie ich innen roofed liege, innen aussortiert
warum die Sachen sind, die keinen Tod haben

 



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