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truely
das Emporheben, als der Wind brannte durch
ich bin in das Ödland gekommen, weil meine Seele athirst ist
schreckliche Wahrheiten diese sind
allein
mittlere Vergnügen und Paläste, obwohl wir durchstreifen können
hängen Sie keinen Wreath

 



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