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thanksgiving poetry

balançado no berço do profundo
você ouve a chuva?
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
eu não queimo nenhum incense
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
receoso não mais, eu digo
acima dos prados ricos com milho
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
nós que estiveram
do assoalho ao teto
para então without

 



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