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friend poem

ich stehe im kalten grauen Wetter
ich habe daß eine bestimmte Prinzessin gehört
rühren Sie sich
wenn Nacht entlang den Straßen der Stadt treibt
ich loathed Sie
ich liebe die alten melodious Lagen
voll von den Rissen
meine Seele ist ein dunkles gepflogenes Feld
er spricht nicht gut
es gibt kein Entweichen durch den Fluß
lassen Sie uns errichten


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