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neben es gab nie einen Ton das Holz aber eins
wenn der rote Slayer denken, slays er
meine Seele ist ein dunkles gepflogenes Feld
zweifellos erinnere mich ich noch
welches hält
liegt hier eine schönste Dame
sind Sie wach?
vor drei Jahren heute
wo ich sollen Sie, finden Sie Sie
ein Vogel sang

 



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