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melancholische Tage sind gekommen
um Mitternacht
ich brenne keinen Duft
in den Hallen des Schlafes wandered Sie vorbei
ein Vogel sang
ich kann nicht seinem greatness immer glauben
er erklärt von den guten alten Zeiten
ich bete nicht für Frieden
ich habe den Silence der Sterne und des Meeres gekannt
geben Sie mir Hunger
auf und ab geht ihn
meine Seele geht in den gorgeous Sachen plattiert


 



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