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thanksgiving poem

che probabilit spiteful ruba i unawares
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
hanno avuti lui e la i ma venuto a contatto di
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
ho visto la prima pera
indietro, giri indietro
la notte scura ed i venti di inverno
non prego per pace
veda, rinviano
la festivit reale stata fatta
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra
li prevedo

 



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