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baby shower poem

ich bete nicht für Frieden
Gedanken durch meinen Kopf
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
alle jene Schätze, die liegen
in die Dunkelheit und Frieden meinem abschließenden Betts
vor langer Zeit im jungen Moonlight
von unseren versteckten Plätzen
lassen Sie uns Pity die, denen besser seien Sie weg von, als wir sind
in den Wolke-grauen Morgen
grünes Nachmittagsserene und hell
für Wahrheit für Liebe
wie Adler auf hoher Höhe

 



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