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thanksgiving poem

estes sejam
eu tive um medo em minha vida
năo do mundo largo do todo
a fragrância veio
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
alguns dias mais ventosos
e assim vai
macia agora a luz do dia
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
ido antes de nós
deixe um sustento da alegria vocę
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixőes mais baixas

 



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