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| Sailor, tell me what catches running to the sea in a boat grotesque away from home. Tired fresh water but with a thirst for passion, going to sea quixotic, thinking to find love. A princely lady broke her heart with fun carnival da only fun. How tragic that brawl which I sank to the bottom: Dante storm that prevented you from returning. romantic history As the storm destroyed, huge passion that this woman invaded. despicable behavior of your friend and surfaced, he was lucky fishing and she took it off you. © Author of the poem: Ruben Sada |
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