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Sie sind frei
erklären Sie mir
ich bin in das Ödland gekommen, weil meine Seele athirst ist
als Meer-Winde unsere Solitudes durchbohrten
ein Leben auf der Ozeanwelle
als ich in Ihre Augen schaute
meine Seele geht in den gorgeous Sachen plattiert
desolate und einsam
wir waren nicht viele
seien Sie nicht falsch
ich sah die erste Birne
mit Freude und Wunder

 



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