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in können Sie
mit den meek, braunen Augen
dort durch das Fenster im alten Haus
die Schiffe liegen in der Bucht
ich sagte, ich habe geschlossen mein Herz
wer den Wind nennen wird
wenn der Schleier von den Augen angehoben wird
wenn ihr Haar wild flaying
lassen Sie uns Pity die, denen besser seien Sie weg von, als wir sind
alter Wein zum Trinken
vor langer Zeit im jungen Moonlight
das Licht zurückgenommen
ängstlich nicht mehr, sage ich

 



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