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teen love poem

eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
muito bem, vocę liberais
escute
tempestade
short e doce, e nós viemos ŕ extremidade dela
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhă
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
do sol nem das estrelas
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
quietamente, com reverance, no awe

 



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