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lassen Sie nicht hören
von Song und Traum für überhaupt gegangen
in den Hallen des Schlafes wandered Sie vorbei
und noch gingen sie an
Nobility des Todes wieder
wenn es
häufig denke ich an die schöne Stadt
gerade als meine Finger auf diesen Schlüsseln
unter dem Erntemond
ich weiß, was Sie sagen werden
es gab drei in der Wiese durch den Bach
süsses splendor
nicht von der breiten Welt des Ganzen

 



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