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cowboy poetry

ich sah die erste Birne
als ich war, lief London ein
lassen Sie mich durch die Straße langsam bewegen
die einzelne zusammengeprgessene angehobene Faust und bereiten vor
sie kennt eine preiswerte Freigabe
ich liebe die alten melodious Lagen
in den Hallen des Schlafes wandered Sie vorbei
häufig denke ich an die schöne Stadt
fällt hier kein Licht
schwach-weak-winged Song
ich brenne keinen Duft


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