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wickeln Sie die Masse im bewölkten Wetter auf
ich bin der Wind, der wavers
geschaukelt in die Aufnahmevorrichtung vom tiefen
noch dreizehn Jahre
stern kalter Mann
unter den Bergen wandered ich
er kam mich durch die Hand nehmen
ich habe die Welt geworfen
ich starrte den prachtvollen Himmel an
die Qual des Habens zu vieler Energie
ich habe eine Furcht in meinem Leben gehabt
schön

 



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