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ich hörte den Wind aller Tag
war sie nicht für diesen einzigartigen Geruch
zum leidenschaftlichen Geliebten
und mit dem Summenvogel
Freund, dessen Lächeln gekommen ist zu sein
meine ganze Liebe für meinen Bonbon
aus dem funkelnden Meer heraus
als weiße Kerze
seien Sie nicht falsch
an der Dämmerung sagte er
die Schatten der Schiffe
schwach-weak-winged Song
er erklärt von den guten alten Zeiten

 



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