Planted on an island Ocean fucks her divine
Lacerated with her claws, clinging to her stick
She talks about all her affairs
Ass stories
Money stories
History of say banality
Océane or whoever you are
Hold on to your dreams and don't let anything pass you by
Because if you hesitate you will sweat
And enjoy your banalities
/>If Colin-Maillard doesn't scare you
Enter the crazy race of originality
Perhaps you'll enjoy it
Who knows?

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