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Grauen Morgen Allerseits!
Etwas schwer ist's, nicht wahr?
Ein wenig feucht dürft es sein
meint ihr nicht auch?
Wir sind so heiß
baden im Schweiß
Ein bisschen Abkühlung
ganz ohne Kleidung
könnt ich vertragen
Die Luft drückt auf uns hernieder
macht schwer die Glieder
für den täglichen Gang
schon so früh, den ganzen Tag lang
Etwas schwer ist's, nicht wahr?
Ein wenig feucht dürft es sein
meint ihr nicht auch?
Wir sind so heiß
baden im Schweiß
Ein bisschen Abkühlung
ganz ohne Kleidung
könnt ich vertragen
Die Luft drückt auf uns hernieder
macht schwer die Glieder
für den täglichen Gang
schon so früh, den ganzen Tag lang
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Vengeance
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swan song
it seems appropriate that i sang first like a bird in fall thinking it's spring sings its most beautiful song. and that you should sing our swan song a great presence imperceptibly frozen in place. in between there was silence so beautiful it shattered the ice lulled our lost selves into a false sense of forever.
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