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sie hörte die Kinder, in der Sonne zu spielen
obwohl ich wenig als alle kleinen Sachen bin
in die Dunkelheit und Frieden meinem abschließenden Betts
es gab ein strangeness auf Ihren Lippen
wir brechen das Glas dessen sacred Wein
dunkel-eyed

 



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