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grandma poem

através do peito aching da terra larga
este é o navio da pérola
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
porque assim sad meu encantador?
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
na terra silenciosa
esse ano
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
para a verdade, para o amor
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies

 



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