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über ihnen alle, unten schauend
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
meine Seele ist ein dunkles gepflogenes Feld
nicht von der breiten Welt des Ganzen
hohe Wände und sehr groß
und noch gingen sie an
letzter Mitternacht
wie wild, wie Hexe-wie sonderbares, das das Leben sein sollte
die Schiffe liegen in der Bucht
süß und stark
Tage endeared zu jedem MUSE
hoch-getragenes Rennen
der Blitz blitzte und hob an

 



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