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ich stand das geöffnete Flügelfenster bereit
ich habe daß eine bestimmte Prinzessin gehört
in den mournful Zahlen
Stadt, die nicht eine Stadt ist
ein Leben auf der Ozeanwelle
meine Mutter unterrichtete mich daß jede Nacht
warum
Sie sind frei
ich bot sie aller Abschied

 



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