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lassen Sie mich durch die Straße langsam bewegen
ich habe das Rennen gewonnen
stern kalter Mann
ich singe Ihnen
in das leise Land
innerhalb dieses niedrigen Grabs liegt ein conqueror
läßt lang das Sommertageslicht glänzen
für diese weißen Arme über meinen Ansatz
sie limps mit dem Anhalten des schmerzlichen Schrittes
wir, die standen
ich wundere mich, wo Sie leben
lassen Sie uns errichten

 



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