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wenn ich zurück zu Masse gehe
und mit dem Summenvogel
unter den Bergen wandered ich
gibt es jedes dort
gestiegen von den Toten
umsponnen und gesponnen
ich bilde meinen Abschirmrahmen, aber niemand weiß
desolate und einsam
ich brenne keinen Duft
in den Wolke-grauen Morgen
ich liebe die alten melodious Lagen

 



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