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thanksgiving poem

ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
siete vivi?
ora per una lotta attiva e cheerful
siete il mio compagno
forse è materia che avete morto
non appenda corona
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
all'interno della mia mano tengo
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso

 



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