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thanksgiving poem

as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
bonito
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
deixe-me ser sad
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão

 



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