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singen Sie wieder dem Song Sie gesungen
und mit dem Summenvogel
letzter Mitternacht
Tochter, thoukunst kommen zu sterben
glooms der Lebeneichen
ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
Kurzschluß und süsses und wir sind zum Ende von ihm gekommen
von der Sonne noch Sterne
ein Nebel fuhr unten
behold ich, in meinem chiffon, in Gaze und in Filterstreifen
er warfen einen Stein, Sie warfen einen Stein
welches ich erwähnen möchte

 



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