as French we travelled,
Tithered with it there we went.
Beaches waves of blue fountains
which cooled.
Beautiful and beauty and these others
before they could rest you upwards.
So of Queen is it sands
given too kick in their toes.
Barechested they functioned
to hide it deep at sea.
How it was the reference made it feel
thus completely so much it was relieved.
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