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thanksgiving poem

vous êtes mon compagnon
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
vous faites ne pas entendre
il est vrai que vous disiez que les dieux sont plus d'utilisation à vous que des fées
ceux-ci soient
si le tueur rouge pensent il massacre
elle boite avec stopper le pas douloureux

 



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