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urdu poetry

eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
a algum os deuses gordos
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
uma vez este turf macio
têm você andar visto através da vila
muito bem, você liberais
alguns dias mais ventosos
você é meu companheiro
e meu nome é truthful

 



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