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grandma poem

j'ai moulé le monde
tranquillement, avec le reverance, dans la crainte
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
si le tueur rouge pensent il massacre
passé persistant de thou
voyez que je me donne vous
j'ai gagné la course
ces coeurs ont été tissés des joies et des soins humains
treize ans toujours
hauts murs et énorme
bien que je sois peu en tant que toutes les petites choses
il y a d'un que ce I par le passé a aimé tellement
ma douleur, quand elle est ici avec moi

 



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