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ein Himmel, der nie Sonne, Mond oder Sterne gekannt hat
wie Adler auf hoher Höhe
was ich Ihnen verdanken
meine Mutter twines mich die Roses, die mit Tau naß sind
lassen Sie einen Freudenunterhalt Sie
ich denke sie gerades herrliches
umsponnen und gesponnen
gerade jetzt
Musik I hörte mit Ihnen war mehr als Musik
ich wundere manchmal, mich wenn es wirklich zutreffend ist

 



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