Vor welchem Auto fürchtest du dich? Vor welchem Gesicht, welchem Gang, welchem Geräusch? Du bist ein Wanderer vor deiner eigenen Angst. Und beisst Mister Death dich kurz in den Arm, so befiehlst du all deine Wege.


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