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grandma poem

eu não posso dizê-lo agora
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
deus
pela costa, pelo mar
mundo que muda sob minha mão
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
eu ganhei a raça
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
o corpo pode confinar
você diz que você me ama
homem frio stern

 



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