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thanksgiving poem

a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
ame-me no último, ou se você não
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
deus
a algum os deuses gordos
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
travails da terra
algum queixou-se ao mestre
eu vou minha maneira complacently
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
cante-o outra vez à canção cantado

 



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