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meine Mutter twines mich die Roses, die mit Tau naß sind
er spricht nicht gut
was ich Ihnen verdanken
ich liebte eine Frau
wo ich sollen Sie, finden Sie Sie
das kleine mitfühlende, getragen, Lachengesichter
und so geht sie

 



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