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es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
ich bin in das Ödland gekommen, weil meine Seele athirst ist
wie ein blanker Mann ich gehen
sie limps mit dem Anhalten des schmerzlichen Schrittes
alle innen und alle ohne mich
Bruder, bin ich Feuer
und so geht sie
wenn es
er würde sogar seinen Witz haben
meine ganze Liebe für meinen Bonbon


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