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ich bot sie aller Abschied
lassen Sie nicht hören
Glück
ich sah ihn einmal vorher
im Hafen neuen Yorks
ich liebe, eine Weile weg zu stehlen
ich sagte
ich weiß, was Sie sagen werden
lassen Sie einen Freudenunterhalt Sie
einige der Hurts, die Sie kuriert haben
die Berge sind sie leise Völker
gaily durch die Felder tanzten wir
es war der Herbst des Jahres

 



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