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holen Sie mir weichen Song
fette schwarze Dollars in einem Wein-Faßraum
die alten Songs
gibt es jedes dort
wenn ich sehr sicher war
wie ich innen roofed liege, innen aussortiert
sie hörte die Kinder, in der Sonne zu spielen
gerade als meine Finger auf diesen Schlüsseln
ich wundere manchmal, mich wenn es wirklich zutreffend ist

 



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