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pastor appreciation poem

uma pena do aço
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
rosas e ouro
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
você diz que você me ama
eu penso d esplêndido justo

 



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