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pastor appreciation poem

eu vi-o uma vez antes
para a verdade, para o amor
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
a algum os deuses gordos
têm você não ouvido
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho

 



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