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die Schiffe liegen in der Bucht
obwohl ich wenig als alle kleinen Sachen bin
welches ich erwähnen möchte
es gibt keine Menge, gleichwohl aufgepaßt und geneigt
Bonbon mit Farn und stieg
ein Sturm fährt auf den Tide
die Schwärzung rollt aufwärts
es gab ein strangeness auf Ihren Lippen
gute Frau
als ich war, lief London ein

 



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