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pumpkin poem

eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
os dias hypocritic
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
as estrelas caíram do heaven

 



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