The good Frenchwoman,
Fiat formed application
for work such was it oozed.
So much thus it made and qua' braises it;
she knew was with her loan.
State of the mien spirit once it s' is recalled.
Then it l' raised.
While I appear four the seasons.
Fluffy blue skies and clouds gathered,
she knew it was thus and we traveled beaches together.
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