Suchergebnisse für your fathr
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(1) Our land, our land, our Fatherland! Ring out, dear word, oh sound! No rising hill, or...
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(1) There is a lovely land with spreading, shady beech-trees, near salty eastern shore its hills...
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Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.
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For our last number I’d like to ask your help: Will the people in the cheaper seats clap your h...
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May the road rise to meet you. - May the wind be always at your back. - May the sun shine warm...