Snorted with laughter at ClaireBear's method, and have been trying it with patriotic ballads: When boyhood's fire was in my blood, I dreamt of xxxx For Greece and Rome who bravely xxxx, three hundred men and three men… Debout, les xxxx de la terre Debout, les forçats de la xxxx La raison tonne en son cratère C'est l'éruption de la xxxx When the King enjoys his xxxx again Yes, this I can tell That all will be well When the King enjoys his xxxx again O beautiful for pilgrim xxxx Whose stern, impassioned stress A thoroughfare for xxxx beat Across the wilderness!
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