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sind sie traurig, die nicht Liebe kennen
die Qual des Habens zu vieler Energie
ein Leben auf der Ozeanwelle
melancholische Tage sind gekommen
seien Sie, Leben geduldig, wenn Liebe am Gatter ist
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
ich bildete ein Versprechen einmal, eins nur
wie ich innen roofed liege, innen aussortiert
Tage endeared zu jedem MUSE
gerade als meine Finger auf diesen Schlüsseln

 



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