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wenn der rote Slayer denken, slays er
hören Sie
ich sagte, ich habe geschlossen mein Herz
der Duft kam
um Mitternacht
unter den Bergen wandered ich
ich sah, daß Sie und shivering auf den Steinen hunched
weich weinend
ich weiß, was Sie sagen werden
einfach sprechend

 



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