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thanksgiving poem

travails da terra
homem frio stern
em nĂşmeros mournful
há um país completamente do vinho
o doce com fern e levantou-se
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade

 



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