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thanksgiving poem

mas alas, sonhos justos
em seus regimentals ásperos
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
as estrelas caíram do heaven
nobility da morte outra vez
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
paredes e enorme elevados

 



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