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truely
der Schnee whispers ĂĽber mich
ich bin alt und blind
drei Tage hörte ich sie, sich Sorgen zu machen, wann ich absolut lege
drehen Sie nicht Ihren Kopf
neben einem geschlagenen Feld
wenn die Stunden des Tages numeriert werden
und während wir gingen, wurde das Gras schwach gerührt
so gefallen
mittlere Vergnügen und Paläste, obwohl wir durchstreifen können
hatten er und i aber getroffen

 



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