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die Schwärzung
meine Seele geht in den gorgeous Sachen plattiert
ich denke sie gerades herrliches
eine Feder des Stahls
welches hält
Töchter der Zeit
ich rüttele mein Haar im Wind des Morgens
rühren Sie sich

 



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