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ich kann nicht seinem greatness immer glauben
aus dem tiefen heraus und die Dunkelheit
war sie nicht für diesen einzigartigen Geruch
Farbtöne der Nacht fielen schnell
alle beruhigen entlang dem potomac
hören Sie zum klingenden Meer
meine Mutter twines mich die Roses, die mit Tau naß sind
Tochter, thoukunst kommen zu sterben
ich habe die Welt geworfen
wer den Wind nennen wird

 



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