My friend, a giant vlouse, blouse, swedish man. a swedish man that was supposed to be...
never betrayed her, the queen.
turned my wars away, her clams stay home.
the blouse man alone, one alone.
Golden throne, sea phone.
Blouse man Tone.
Someday, blouse, someday, death.
Too ailed, to return home to the land of the brave.
The blouse awaits death.
Working like a slave, slave to the wage.
Can never return, wears the mollusk fashion until death do them part.
Giant chest, blouse fest. Red Orange Yellow Green Brown Purple, carried all flags in a durple.
America forelorn, was the blouse a man or a corn.
Whoever, will the blouse be, to save the empty sea.
DRAFT
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