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ich sterbe
wir, die standen
meine sorge, wenn sie hier mit mir ist
wenig Park, den ich durch führe
wenn der rote Slayer denken, slays er
voll von den Rissen
vor langer Zeit im jungen Moonlight
aus dem tiefen heraus und die Dunkelheit
von Fußboden zu Decke
wenn die Stunden des Tages numeriert werden
in den mournful Zahlen

 



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