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lassen Sie nicht hören
ich habe die Welt geworfen
in den Wolke-grauen Morgen
jetzt für einen lebhaften und freundlichen Kampf
ich stand
hoch-getragenes Rennen
Tochter, thoukunst kommen zu sterben
sehen Sie, von dieser Fälschung von ihm
liebe Frau
alle innen und alle ohne mich

 



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