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hören Sie
ich bot sie aller Abschied
sie konnte ihn im früheren Frühling gekannt haben
ein Nebel fuhr unten
sind Sie wach?
Tage endeared zu jedem MUSE
wer den Wind nennen wird
gegen die grüne Flamme des Weißdorn-Baums
gelebt durch den River-side
wo ich sollen Sie, finden Sie Sie
ich habe die stolzesten Sterne gesehen
die Lattentagesdrowses auf dem westlichen durchtränken

 



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