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weich jetzt das Licht des Tages
als ich ein Junge an der Hochschule war
wie ich innen roofed liege, innen aussortiert
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
jenseits schauen
ich sah, daĂź Sie und shivering auf den Steinen hunched
Roses und Gold
an der Dämmerung sagte er
ich singe Ihnen
das traurigste des Jahres
ich brenne keinen Duft
fĂĽr Wahrheit fĂĽr Liebe

 



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