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grandma poem

ich kann nicht seinem greatness immer glauben
vor langer Zeit im jungen Moonlight
gaily durch die Felder tanzten wir
O angemessen und stately Mädchen, dessen Augen
und mein Name ist truthful
häufig denke ich an die schöne Stadt
nie in meinem ganzem Leben
desolate und einsam
rückwärts drehen Sie sich rückwärts

 



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