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famous poem

limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
flores dos bebês
em números mournful
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
irmão, eu sou fogo
não permaneça não mais
raça elevado-carregada
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
pela ponte rude
duas fileiras dos repolhos
um history muito notável isto é
como uma vela branca
em seus regimentals ásperos
o que era ele os motores ditos

 



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