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um Mitternacht
Gedanken durch meinen Kopf
Bewegung Ihres Körpers ist wie Musik
ich habe die stolzesten Sterne gesehen
ich weiß nicht wo
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
in Ihrem Flug
ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
Hinausschieben, vainly kämpfend
alle beruhigen entlang dem potomac
ich sah die archangels in meinem Apfel-Baum gestern Abend

 



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