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pastor appreciation poem

macia agora a luz do dia
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
apenas agora
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
bonito
sombras voadas que varrem perto
eu vou minha maneira complacently
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
ame-me no último, ou se você não
não se aflija que sobre
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
e meu nome é truthful
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã

 



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