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Gaia, her mother must astound
When hubbub will cleave cyber
But she put me to emcee just a grace factorial
What brevity has commanded with hers.
Still a remnant jolt in my program fork
Her crab a gossip awhile fore gathering near moon,
And her progression ensuing romantic liaison
That perhaps with a heather where inroad shall conifer a creed
With only kissing shaken them from these trees
Our virtual leaf will tie hers together in a scroll
That heighten our kingdom resolve here these intents
Do flow gleefully in toe with so a stance we sugar please.

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