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gestiegen von den Toten
für diese weißen Arme über meinen Ansatz
Sonne und Wind und Schlag von Meer
der Körper kann begrenzen
Sie sagen, daß Sie mich lieben
ich hatte den Fall über-vorbereitet
wie ein blanker Mann ich gehen
irgendwo las ich eine merkwürdige, alte, rostige Geschichte
möglicherweise ist es gleichgültig, das Sie starben

 



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