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wenn ihr Haar wild flaying
hoch-getragenes Rennen
Himmel, die sie waren, ashen und nchtern
wir brechen das Glas dessen sacred Wein
kein Opfer sind ich der schlechten Gedanken
machen Sie sich nicht um das unsichtbare Sorgen
die alten Songs
ich bin der Wind, der wavers
ich sterbe
die Sonne ist oben

 



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