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Da lässt der Vater einen krachen, die Kinder fangen laut an zu lachen.
So kann man auch mit kleinen Sachen, den Kindern eine Freude machen.
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• ˚ ˚ ˛ * *MERRY* *
˛ • • 。CHRISTMAS 。*
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|田田 |門| ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛
aber leider keine Küsse,
darum von mir ´nen heißen Kuss,
damit er hier nicht knutschen muss.
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spür ich nicht im geringsten.
Ich merke nur: Die Zeit verrinnt
genauso wie zu Pfingsten.
Die Zeit verrinnt. Die Spinne spinnt
in heimlichen Geweben.
Wenn heute nacht ein Jahr beginnt,
beginnt ein neues Leben.
Rutsch gut rein^^