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als ich in Ihre Augen schaute
mein Sohn ist tot und ich bin gehender Vorhang
nun da ich zu Ihnen abgekühlt bin
unsere angenehmen Momente fliegen
weich weinend
irgendwo las ich eine merkwürdige, alte, rostige Geschichte
wie das Glätten fällt
es gab ein strangeness auf Ihren Lippen

 



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