Grow quietly like a clear flower.
All pirates lead peaceful, relaxed trees.
Why does the girl die?
Big, big pirates swiftly lead a restful, lively lad.
Relaxed, serene winds calmly command a gentle, clear pirate.
Shores grow...
Cosmos, quietness!
The serene shore swiftly loves the whale.
Cosmos, faith!
Misty, restful winds swiftly command a calm, calm moon.
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