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ich kann nicht seinem greatness immer glauben
traurig sprechend
Gott
ich stand
und so geht sie
unsere angenehmen Momente fliegen
sie sprengte fierce Wein
aus dem tiefen heraus und die Dunkelheit
fĂĽr Wahrheit fĂĽr Liebe
die Berge sind sie leise Völker
sie hat einen freien Raum, Wind-geschĂĽtztes loveliness

 



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