Death
Death
Has
Bad
eyesight
Scuffles
Wheezes
Because
Of asthma
And
His
Scythe
Is jagged
Death
Where is
Thy sting
Herald
Let in
The herald
The
Annunciator
Of
The
tyrant
And
Do not
Laugh
If he
Just mutely
Proclaims
Sandmann
The sand-
Man
Takes
Sand
Of the
Night
before
And
Scatters
From that
Into our
Eyes
Scrape off / Croak
Scrape off
The
Shadows
That lie
Above
You
Before
You
Croak
To the
Shadows
Mist
Through
Wafts of
Mist
Rides
The
Dike
master
Still
Today
But
Isn’t
Called
Hauke Haien
Forever
who does not
Want
To lie
Next
To the
Dead
Will not
Stroll
Forever
Well, I'll be damned!
At noon
When
The sun
Burns
The
Shadows
Also
The wild
Small devils
Are
dozing
Teufel auch! - Well, I'll be
damned!
Teufel - devil
Dispense
Long
Line
At the
Dispense
Counter
There
Should be
Dispensed
Again
Time
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