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ich sehe allen menschlichen Esprit
denken Sie, mein Junge, wenn ich meine Arme um Sie setze
alle jene Schätze, die liegen
eine Feder des Stahls
innerhalb meiner Hand halte ich
in den mournful Zahlen
im Bereich
wenn ihr Haar wild flaying
nie in meinem ganzem Leben
in die Dunkelheit und Frieden meinem abschließenden Betts
die Lattentagesdrowses auf dem westlichen durchtränken
burly, DösenHumblebiene
Stadt, die nicht eine Stadt ist
warum so traurig mein reizendes?

 



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