Onkel TomNicht dein Ernst oder?
Doch.
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"Crimson flames tied through my ears, Rollin’ high and mighty traps, Pounced with fire on flaming roads, Using ideas as my maps, “We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I, Proud ’neath heated brow, Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now" - Bob Dylan, My Back Pages -