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da ich der Richtung des Todes geglaubt habe
Sturm
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
mit Freude und Wunder
als ich ein Junge an der Hochschule war
wenn, voll von der warmen und eifrigen Liebe
drehen Sie nicht Ihren Kopf
möglicherweise ist es gleichgültig, das Sie starben
und so geht sie
den brennenden Gedanken kleiden
wo ich sollen Sie, finden Sie Sie

 



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