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als es
denken Sie, mein Junge, wenn ich meine Arme um Sie setze
unsere angenehmen Momente fliegen
er war ein hohes junges oysterman
vor dem ernsten Bronzeheiligen
ich hatte einen Traum und ich wachte mit ihm auf
ein Sturm fährt auf den Tide
ich rüttele mein Haar im Wind des Morgens
ich sagte
vor tausend leisen Jahren
wer den Regen liebt
in den mournful Zahlen

 



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