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und breakethbrot nicht mehr
einmal dieser weiche Rasen
gerade als meine Finger auf diesen Schlüsseln
ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
unter einem ausgebreiteten Kastaniebaum
O angemessen und stately Mädchen, dessen Augen
meine Seele geht in den gorgeous Sachen plattiert
lassen Sie uns unsere niedrigeren Neigungen ausdrücken
wer den Wind nennen wird
sie können von der Liebe in einem Häuschen sprechen
ich loathed Sie
ich bin eine Frau

 



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