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religious poem

eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
estourou o vinho feroz
tempestade
nós não éramos muitos
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
escute
quem é o corredor nos céus

 



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