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ich bot sie aller Abschied
die Luft ist von Dämmerung und Frühling voll
während ich das Hören stand, diskret dumb
ich habe das Rennen gewonnen
meine Mutter twines mich die Roses, die mit Tau naß sind
lassen Sie uns Pity die, denen besser seien Sie weg von, als wir sind

 



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