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halloween poem

wo ich sollen Sie, finden Sie Sie
gaily durch die Felder tanzten wir
ich sah die erste Birne
die alten Songs
einmal dieser weiche Rasen
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
es war der Herbst des Jahres
die Masse hält etwas Erschütterungsgehen
seien Sie nicht mit mir verärgert
sehen Sie das vorläufige
achtzig Jahre haben und mehr ĂĽberschritten
verbessern Sie als Granit
schwach-weak-winged Song

 



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