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Himmel, die sie waren, ashen und nüchtern
geben Sie mir Hunger
ich schleuderte meine Seele zur Luft wie einem Falkefliegen
ich liebe meine Stunde des Winds und des Lichtes
ich sagte, ich habe geschlossen mein Herz
die Berge sind sie leise Völker
traurige Rolle der gedämpften Trommel hat Schlag
geschaukelt in die Aufnahmevorrichtung vom tiefen

 



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