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ich bete nicht für Frieden
babylon -- wo ich gehe zu träumen
ich liebe meine Stunde des Winds und des Lichtes
singen Sie wieder dem Song Sie gesungen
der Schnee whispers über mich
Bruder, bin ich Feuer
wir brechen das Glas dessen sacred Wein
winged Schatten, die vorbei fegen
lassen Sie mich traurig sein
Massentravails
Schatten legen entlang broadway

 



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