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thanksgiving poetry

estes sejam
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
nós não éramos muitos
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
com o por do sol
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
veja que eu me dou a você
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
para trás, gire para trás

 



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