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ich hörte den Wind aller Tag
von der Sonne noch Sterne
es gibt drei Möglichkeiten, in denen Männer nehmen
der Duft kam
wenn Freiheit von ihrer Gebirgshöhe
wir brechen das Glas dessen sacred Wein
aller Tag zum Aufpassen der blauen Welle sich zu kräuseln und zu brechen
über ihnen alle, unten schauend
vor langer Zeit im jungen Moonlight

 



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