By the Shore

By the Shore

The old shore roughly views the mainland.
Ooh, love!
Big, misty seashells roughly pull a stormy, misty mast.

The lively sea calmly loves the pirate.
Adventure is a warm sail.
Gulls sail!
Never pull a moon.

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