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zu einigem die fetten Götter
ich bete nicht für Frieden
der Blitz blitzte und hob an
ich bin in das Ödland gekommen, weil meine Seele athirst ist
ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
traurige Rolle der gedämpften Trommel hat Schlag
machen Sie sich nicht um das unsichtbare Sorgen

 



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