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What is this stinking odor?
Come hither, mon amour, lips open wide,
for I shall pour the pure sky into you.
My cleansing jets of pleasure will give to you pure paradise.
You will then have to wipe,
but soon you will be able to run and jump
and go to ride bicycle.
Mouche, mouche ma plume.
Fly, my feather.
You are now free.
Vous ŕtes libre.