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ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
warum
einmal dieser weiche Rasen
Melancholie, Blau war sie
hören Sie den Regen?
ich liege am Tabellenberg
er kam mich durch die Hand nehmen
wenn der rote Slayer denken, slays er
er warfen einen Stein, Sie warfen einen Stein
Gott
mittlere Vergnügen und Paläste, obwohl wir durchstreifen können
vor langer Zeit im jungen Moonlight
der Schnee whispers über mich

 



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