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es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
ich habe die Welt geworfen
ich war eine Göttin, ere der Marmor mich fand
ein Schimmer des Goldes in gloom und Grau
was es die gesagten Maschinen war
Moonlight tief und zart
ich bin in das Ă–dland gekommen, weil meine Seele athirst ist
mein Sohn ist tot und ich bin gehender Vorhang
irgendwo las ich eine merkwĂĽrdige, alte, rostige Geschichte

 



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