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angel poem

ich bildete ein Versprechen einmal, eins nur
sind Sie lebendig?
und mein Name ist truthful
wie er wer Geist in der Flamme des Mittages
wenn ich sehr sicher war
ich liebe mein Leben, aber nicht zu gut
alle jene Schätze, die liegen
Roses und Gold
wenn Sie heute abend kommen
wenn der rote Slayer denken, slays er
ich stand
aber alas, gerade Träume
wie wild, wie Hexe-wie sonderbares, das das Leben sein sollte
Sonne und Wind und Schlag von Meer

 



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