Die Hexe kriegt noch einmal Blumen
Die Drachen sterben mit ihr
Ach! Wenn morgen die satten Krumen
Auf ihr Gefäß gefallen sind
Dann schließt sich für immer die Tür
Die letzte ging, die noch kannte das Kind
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