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baby poem

nunca em toda minha vida
para a verdade, para o amor
material da lua
eu ganhei a raça
algum queixou-se ao mestre
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
têm você andar visto através da vila
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
eu prendo seu coração

 



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