I will go seen throws stands into the firs there where I it finally yet that evening a cloth on the country
and on the ways behind the forest edge and the forest it so black and empty pain, oh blow and the birds sing
myself no longer
Without you, I cannot be am count stand without you with you I also alone without you without you I the hours
without you with you the seconds rewarding not
On the branches in the ditches, it is now quiet without life and the breathing fellt alas so heavy pain me, oh
blow and the birds sing me no longer
Without you, I cannot be am count stand without you with you I also alone without you without you I the hours
without you with you the seconds rewarding not without you
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