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Bruder, bin ich Feuer
und noch gingen sie an
eine Meile nach
gelebt durch den River-side
welches ich erwähnen möchte
wie ein blanker Mann ich gehen
im Hafen neuen Yorks
so gefallen
auf und ab geht ihn
weich jetzt das Licht des Tages
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
lassen Sie das reizende Wortunsaid
lassen Sie einen Freudenunterhalt Sie
melancholische Tage sind gekommen

 



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