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ich verachte meine Freunde mehr als Sie
lassen Sie nicht hören
unten gekommen an der Dämmerung von den windless Hügeln
sie muĂź zurĂĽck gehen, sagte sie
neben es gab nie einen Ton das Holz aber eins
erklären Sie mir
nehmen Sie meine Bracelets
ich rĂĽttele mein Haar im Wind des Morgens
Meister der menschlichen Schicksale sind ich

 



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