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ein Vogel sang
einige der Hurts, die Sie kuriert haben
es gab drei in der Wiese durch den Bach
Tag ist erfolgt
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
liegt hier eine schönste Dame
Welt, die unter meiner Hand ändert
alle innen und alle ohne mich
folglich kann ich nicht
gloom

 



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