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Oh what sight my eyes behold What charisma she carries Her warm, luscious figure I long to hold Would she accept these berries? She beams with chastity Hope she be so A none replaceable beauty Different from all I know Why come up now you coy spirit? When I don’t need you most Depart! For it’s my time for merit I will take her to the coast.

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