Oh gallant solitary knight, he who sits upon his sleek white horse, should you not now be dashing off to save your fair maiden true? The lady dances in fields of French blue lilacs, her smooth, sleek virgin body layered in white silk ribbons, baby’s breath wrapped round and round her golden locks, one salty tear caresses her cheek as she awaits your rescue. Go, now! Be quick!! But if you might indulge me a moment kind Sir, oh worthy valiant warrior… what shall you propound your pretty prancing princess?
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