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thanksgiving poem

eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
como ele de quem espĂ­rito na chama do meio-dia
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
eu estive
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
veja o tentative
apenas agora
os prayers brancos pequenos
antes do saint de bronze solemn
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim

 



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