I've seen feminine,
I've seen embellished feminine as old as Mary,
My love grows sonorously affectionately,
Adhoc to coup Naboth vineyard aggressively,
While to the possession of Jezebel.
Strucking attractiveness towards feminine,
I will neither molest nor deflowered her bellicose.
She is all Queen of England and nations
Glarmy at thee make hundred of joyous,
I will never leave thee in a million years.
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