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über dem Fluß winken sie zu mir zu
gebildet vom loveliness alleine
wenn ich sterbe, denken Sie nur dieses an mich
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
ich bin alt und blind
aus dem funkelnden Meer heraus
Überschreiten durch die huddled und häßlichen Wände
meine Mutter unterrichtete mich daß jede Nacht

 



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