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lassen Sie mich traurig sein
wo ich sollen Sie, finden Sie Sie
ein Himmel, der nie Sonne, Mond oder Sterne gekannt hat
gegangen die drei, jene seltenen Schwestern
rühren Sie sich
ich halte Ihr Herz
ich bin der Wind, der wavers
was wir jetzt tut
die hypocritic Tage
gute Frau
die Lattentagesdrowses auf dem westlichen durchtränken
die Dichter sagen
ein Vogel sang

 



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