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thanksgiving poem

você é meu companheiro
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
têm você não ouvido
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
estes sejam
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso

 



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