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halloween poetry

era muitas e muito um ano há
mas eu năo posso lę-lo agora
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
até sua janela da câmara
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
eu vi que o deus vocę a duvida?
em seus regimentals ásperos
um pęssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
eu sou uma mulher
alguns dos hurts que vocę se curou
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixőes mais baixas

 



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