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er kam mich durch die Hand nehmen
einige der Hurts, die Sie kuriert haben
wir brechen das Glas dessen sacred Wein
unter meinem Fenster in einer StadtstraĂźe
ich hatte den Fall ĂĽber-vorbereitet
jene schwarzen Augen I einmal so gepriesen

 



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