And now our relationship reembarked
It was a new dressage in mine wounds
I was fertilized now
with the love that culminates me as a stream of barren land
With Her love that likely poured the love into it
To cultivate crops of happiness
Yes
We were now the frequent couple to visit
The Eiffel tower
And be A lot French
A say her French Poetry
And also we tried French Kiss
All along
Those winters in Paris played with me in very classy outfit
We were happy with an eventual eye of surety
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