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poem for pastors

eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
flores dos bebês
não gire sua cabeça
na meia-noite
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
eu gosto d
e meu nome é truthful
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
levantado dos mortos
eu vou minha maneira complacently
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
os arcos da ponte vermelha
nós não éramos muitos
carrinho aqui por meu lado

 



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