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es gibt ein Land voll des Weins
seien Sie, Leben geduldig, wenn Liebe am Gatter ist
ich rüttele mein Haar im Wind des Morgens
ich bin in das Ödland gekommen, weil meine Seele athirst ist
in die Dunkelheit und Frieden meinem abschließenden Betts
ein Himmel, der nie Sonne, Mond oder Sterne gekannt hat
in Ihren Armen war ruhige Freude

 



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