I had a dream!
A dream that came in the outfit of love.
In the premises of this dream
I saw out of the unknown many
A gorgeous damsel who has sprouted from the pieces of my rib
She I shall love in life and death
She I shall employ on the field of my bed
And forever wage her with love
She I shall rear on the aches of my one hundred years old loneliness
To sprinkle on them the poison of wear and tear
I shall love she only
For her infinite beauty makes me see every feminine masculine
She is from the semen of africa
Not any other known continent can host her
For the magnitude of her beauty surpasses their giant sizes!
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