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geben Sie mich
es gibt ein Land voll des Weins
ich schleuderte meine Seele zur Luft wie einem Falkefliegen
für war mich ein gaunt, ernstes Ratsmitglied
fette schwarze Dollars in einem Wein-Faßraum
ich habe sie in der Nacht gehört
wenn ich sehr sicher war

 



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