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thanksgiving poem

não esteja irritado com mim
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
simplesmente falando
teria mesmo seu gracejo
com alegria e maravilha
a festa real foi feita
este é o arsenal
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
deus

 



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