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als ich war, lief London ein
ich loathed Sie
ich sah, daĂź Sie und shivering auf den Steinen hunched
wenig Gatter wurde schlieĂźlich erreicht
schön
ich brenne keinen Duft
jetzt, während meine Lippen leben
ängstlich nicht mehr, sage ich
es ist zutreffend, daß Sie sagen, daß die Götter mehr Gebrauch zu Ihnen als Feen sind

 



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