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und während wir gingen, wurde das Gras schwach gerührt
bis zu ihrem Raumfenster
wenn Nacht entlang den Straßen der Stadt treibt
die alten Songs
in einem alten Raum beleuchtete weich
gibt es jedes dort
diese alte silberne Schüssel von meinen
seit, wenn Sie meine Seite heute bereitstanden

 



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