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es gibt ein Land voll des Weins
dort durch das Fenster im alten Haus
wenn ich sterbe, denken Sie nur dieses an mich
sehen Sie, sie zurĂĽckgehen
seien Sie nicht falsch
ich sah, daĂź Sie und shivering auf den Steinen hunched
entlang einem River-side
ich bin vom Sein bitter und träge vom Sein klug träge
nehmen Sie meine Bracelets
ich wuĂźte nie, daĂź die Masse soviel Gold hatte

 



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