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ich stand
wenig Park, den ich durch führe
die Luft ist von Dämmerung und Frühling voll
sie war eine Schönheit an den Tagen
machen Sie sich nicht um das unsichtbare Sorgen
ich bete nicht für Frieden
das Swanbestehen
burly, DösenHumblebiene
meine Mutter twines mich die Roses, die mit Tau naß sind
in den Hallen des Schlafes wandered Sie vorbei
hoch-getragenes Rennen
einfach sprechend
ruhig mit reverance, im Awe

 



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