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der Duft kam
Sturm
einige der Hurts, die Sie kuriert haben
wenn Nacht entlang den Straßen der Stadt treibt
Sonne trat unten von seinem goldenen Throne
ich habe eine Furcht in meinem Leben gehabt
Gott
ich erwarte Sie
ein mit Ihnen
süß und stark
ich loathed Sie
ich denke sie gerades herrliches
sie fragen mich, wo ich gewesen bin

 



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