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neben einem geschlagenen Feld
wenig Gatter wurde schließlich erreicht
Meister der menschlichen Schicksale sind ich
Material des Mondes
wenn der rote Slayer denken, slays er
ich erwarte Sie
von Song und Traum für überhaupt gegangen
sie muß zurück gehen, sagte sie
Kurzschluß und süsses und wir sind zum Ende von ihm gekommen
Sie sind mein Begleiter
ich singe Ihnen

 



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