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die kleinen weißen Gebete
die Luft ist wie ein Schmetterling
lassen Sie hören
ich kann nicht seinem greatness immer glauben
neben es gab nie einen Ton das Holz aber eins
wenn ich gekonnt hatte, Enge ein Gefängnis Liebe ist
sie hat einen freien Raum, Wind-geschütztes loveliness
ich liebe meine Stunde des Winds und des Lichtes
alle innen und alle ohne mich

 



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