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Farbtöne der Nacht fielen schnell
als ich am Sonnenuntergang zurückkam
ich stehe im kalten grauen Wetter
die kleinen weißen Gebete
wenn der rote Slayer denken, slays er
aber ich kann nicht Sie jetzt lesen
fette schwarze Dollars in einem Wein-Faßraum
die Qual des Habens zu vieler Energie
neben es gab nie einen Ton das Holz aber eins
was es die gesagten Maschinen war
ca. beschwerte sich zum Meister
sie muß zurück gehen, sagte sie

 



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