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poem for pastors

come io aiuti alla destra il mondo che sta andando male
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
perchč cosě triste mio bello?
corsa alto-sopportata
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala
faccia i ragazzi e le ragazze ancora vanno
forse
ultima mezzanotte
fiore bianco della gomma piuma, fiore rosso della fiamma
buona donna
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
nel vostro volo

 



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