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father poem

muito bem, você liberais
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
eu não pray para a paz
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
uma vez este turf macio
receoso não mais, eu digo
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
mulher boa

 



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