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eins nach dem anderen wie verläßt von einem Baum
ich habe die stolzesten Sterne gesehen
wie wild, wie Hexe-wie sonderbares, das das Leben sein sollte
könnten wir aber zu wissen
und mein Name ist truthful
ein Vogel sang
einige der Hurts, die Sie kuriert haben
was wir jetzt tut
sie war eine Schönheit an den Tagen
in allen Sachen gesprochen nicht von
als ich am Sonnenuntergang zurückkam
wenn ihr Haar wild flaying

 



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