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eine Feder des Stahls
er warfen einen Stein, Sie warfen einen Stein
ich rüttele mein Haar im Wind des Morgens
und wie Sie Traum der Sitzung konnten
wir waren nicht viele
Bruder, bin ich Feuer
die Schatten der Schiffe
Stadt, die nicht eine Stadt ist
gerade als meine Finger auf diesen Schlüsseln
rühren Sie sich
er wird gegangen
Nacht war schwarz und drear

 



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