The arid air is a diverse change,
Artificial air charms the chair.
What is fair? Where are natural acts?
By the ocean, we swim finely
Adding to magnificence, as we charm
The finest of our mountains.
The air is spectacular as romantic men
Roam the sunny and tropical arenas.
The picturesque scene is varied
By the women of rugs and mattresses.
What is scenic is ruled by the senses,
Why do we physically applaud the
Surroundings of several foods?
The great, green hardness of the rock
Is historic, dutifully we importantly rule
The world as the vast western sphere
Widely entails the rests and motions.
My coastal journey is over, most of our
Wide weapons are the scenes,
Where agricultural history abandons us
With its charm, variation and consideration.
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