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neben es gab nie einen Ton das Holz aber eins
war sie nicht für diesen einzigartigen Geruch
ich gehe hinunter die Gartenwege
die Sonne ist oben
ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
ich stehe im kalten grauen Wetter
für Wahrheit für Liebe
wie ich sollen Sie, helfen Sie rechts der Welt, die falsch geht
Sturm

 



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