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ich kann nicht seinem greatness immer glauben
ich sah die Wolken unter den Hügeln
ich bin in der Liebe mit hohen far-seeing Plätzen
wenn der Wind gegen uns in der Dunkelheit arbeitet
lassen Sie uns Pity die, denen besser seien Sie weg von, als wir sind
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
mit dem Sonnenuntergang
Glasbläser der Zeit

 



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