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thanksgiving poem

eu tive um medo em minha vida
um pensamento doce solemn
um history muito notável isto é
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
Ăşltima meia-noite
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
porque sĂŁo as coisas que nĂŁo tĂŞm nenhuma morte
eu nĂŁo posso sempre sentir seu greatness
como uma vela branca
veja que eu me dou a vocĂŞ
eu espero-o

 



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