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Dame, Ihr Herz hat an Staub gewendet
gerade als meine Finger auf diesen Schlüsseln
einmal dieser weiche Rasen
unter meinem Fenster in einer Stadtstraße
er warfen einen Stein, Sie warfen einen Stein
Nobility des Todes wieder
weiße Schaumgummiblume, rote Flammeblume
unter dem Helm des Warriors
singen Sie wieder dem Song Sie gesungen
warum so traurig mein reizendes?
traurige Rolle der gedämpften Trommel hat Schlag
und mein Name ist truthful

 



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