wenn man es kann dann ist's zu spät
dann ist es nicht mehr politik dann
ist es innen
da übt es vorher vor sich her so wie es soll
und bist du da dann gehst du gleich
von vorn beginnen
die sterne wusste schon die kleine die
nicht leben konnte zu erforschen (dass die
nur funkeln weil das alles ist) denn wo
der weg das ziel ist soll man
nie gewinnen
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