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sind sie traurig, die nicht Liebe kennen
ein kleiner Pfirsich im Obstgarten wuchs
dieses ist das Arsenal
die Schiffe liegen in der Bucht
wenn ich sterbe, denken Sie nur dieses an mich
ich schleuderte meine Seele zur Luft wie einem Falkefliegen
Tage endeared zu jedem MUSE
ich kann nicht seinem greatness immer glauben
meine zutreffende Liebe von ihrem Kissen stieg
wie wild, wie Hexe-wie sonderbares, das das Leben sein sollte
über dem Fluß auf dem Hügel

 



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