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poem for pastors

nós não éramos muitos
o ar é como uma borboleta
traga-me a canção macia
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies

 



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