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wie Adler auf hoher Höhe
sehen Sie, von dieser Fälschung von ihm
ich liebe meine Stunde des Winds und des Lichtes
hängen Sie keinen Wreath
Meister der menschlichen Schicksale sind ich
im Hafen neuen Yorks
wenn der rote Slayer denken, slays er
niedrig! ' tis ein Galanacht
ihr Gesicht ist angemessen und glatt und fein
grünes Nachmittagsserene und hell
der alte Westen, die alte Zeit

 



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