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grandma poem

sad são que sabem não o amor
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
calma como que segundo verão
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
veja o tentative
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
as sombras dos navios
com alegria e maravilha

 



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