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als ich war, lief London ein
tat Sie hören überhaupt
meine Mutter unterrichtete mich daß jede Nacht
ich sehe einen Stern heute abend
in ihren zackigen regimentals
haben wir keine Schande?
alle jene Schätze, die liegen
diese alte silberne Schüssel von meinen
pharaoh, König von Land Ägyptens
ich sagte
lassen Sie hören
blau-schwarze nubian zupfende Orangen
Bruder, bin ich Feuer
süsses splendor

 



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