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Himmel, die sie waren, ashen und nüchtern
ich hatte einen Traum und ich wachte mit ihm auf
wenn der rote Slayer denken, slays er
jetzt für einen lebhaften und freundlichen Kampf
denken Sie, mein Junge, wenn ich meine Arme um Sie setze
melancholische Tage sind gekommen
truely
bleiben Sie nicht mehr

 



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