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meine Mutter unterrichtete mich daß jede Nacht
bleiben Sie nicht mehr
eine Feder des Stahls
lassen Sie uns Pity die, denen besser seien Sie weg von, als wir sind
ein Sturm fährt auf den Tide
hatten er und i aber getroffen
es gibt drei Möglichkeiten, in denen Männer nehmen
warum so traurig mein reizendes?
und noch gingen sie an
gegangen vor uns
blau-schwarze nubian zupfende Orangen
truely

 



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