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die Qual des Habens zu vieler Energie
drei Tage hörte ich sie, sich Sorgen zu machen, wann ich absolut lege
die Sterne fielen vom Himmel
liebe Frau
gegangen vor uns
wenn ich zurück zu Masse gehe
diese Herzen wurden von den menschlichen Freuden und Obacht gesponnen
ich war eine Göttin, ere der Marmor mich fand
hören Sie den Regen?
es gab ein strangeness auf Ihren Lippen

 



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