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auf und an
unter den Bergen wandered ich
in einem alten Raum beleuchtete weich
hohe Wände und sehr groß
als es
wenn der rote Slayer denken, slays er
steigender Mond hat die Sterne versteckt
meine Mutter twines mich die Roses, die mit Tau naß sind
lassen Sie mich durch die Straße langsam bewegen
singen Sie wieder dem Song Sie gesungen
in das leise Land

 



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