I have a poem of Cleopatra...

You know, think, know it to corrupt
Try a thousand times,
I can never wines.
It has that makes, but never Cedi?,.
It has Coraz?n, I never use it,.
Her Karma tells Cleopatra,
His soul tells him, Extra?a.
It is used occasionally,
See live as Cleopatra,
With some ?nimos and without art,.
As to destroy the pleasure.
Cleopatra had a D?a,
Something more valuable than the rule,
Cleopatra a D?a knew how to have
A Rinc?n too crazy.
I hope that you enjoy it!

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