Terponei is not a graffiti,
Instead a monument of power,
She came mine augmentere,
Treponei is a covet of many men,
A desired sapphire for true.
Come all to help me dream,
Because I sleep all time to plea,
And disapprovals I don't lack,
She's vowed to wretch my peace,
Keeping deep in the ocean,
Wherefore often die I of coma.
Look! She comes not like the dogs of Pavlov,
Which repeat mistakes,
They let Pavlov learn them,
Her emotions are ever on a phase plateau,
Singing, 'Love is a plant that sprouts fast, '
Terponei is the butterfly to catch,
Thus I'll become a kangaroo,
Because I love her stalk,
And I'm the lover without quota.
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