Royal colors harkin castles fine is
the sand of lott in
marble blocks.
Jack was nimble ever
qicke.
Pathway garden over grown
cant sea.
Country cross with the boss
Mummy cant be found.
Cold wind blows masts
cant flow the river we
have known.
This vixon do I miss.
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