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wie ich sollen Sie, helfen Sie rechts der Welt, die falsch geht
schwach-weak-winged Song
alle innen und alle ohne mich
dunkel-eyed
in die Dunkelheit und Frieden meinem abschließenden Betts
was wir jetzt tut
ich singe Ihnen
ich sagte, ich habe geschlossen mein Herz
unter dem Erntemond
wenig Park, den ich durch führe
Welt, die unter meiner Hand ändert
er erklärt von den guten alten Zeiten
nehmen Sie meine Bracelets
wenn ihr Haar wild flaying

 



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