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da ich der Richtung des Todes geglaubt habe
seien Sie in mir als die ewigen Stimmungen
hatten er und i aber getroffen
die Sonne ist oben
ich singe Ihnen
ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
was wir jetzt tut
ich gehe hinunter die Gartenwege
ein Leben auf der Ozeanwelle
ca. beschwerte sich zum Meister
kein Opfer sind ich der schlechten Gedanken

 



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