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thanksgiving poetry

nei numeri mournful
il sole è in su
non si addolori che finito
nei loro regimentals ragged
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
prima del san bronze solenne
è venuto prenderlo dalla mano
quando ho esaminato i vostri occhi
faccia i ragazzi e le ragazze ancora vanno
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare
su e giĂą va

 



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