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pastor appreciation poem

ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
noi che si sono levati in piedi
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
la pioggia finito e l'aria brillante
il corpo può limitare
le stelle sono caduto da cielo
sono stancare di essere amaro e stancare di essere saggio
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
sono vecchio e cieco
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè

 



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