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04. Februar 2020 Lesezeit: <1 Minute

The Yawning Grave

  I know the rain like the clouds know the sky. I speak to birds and tell them where to fly. I sing the songs that you hear on the breeze. I write the names of the rocks and the trees. Oh you fool, there are rules, I am ...


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