Das Vorbeiwehn von Bäumen
Ach, hielt ich doch nie mehr an
In meinen schönsten Träumen
Fahre ich immer Bahn
Werde nie müde zu wissen
Dass wir wohl relativ stehn
Und das Gestern vermissen
Bevor wir das Morgen sehn
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