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I remember we were weeks
on Tahiti, a
wild island, a
long-awaited stop,
judge me and whatever you want,
but it’s all to blame for this,
we raised the French flag on the mast, raised the
vision bay, turned
the pie,
where the naked people bored
us, the natives offered us girlfriends, the
captain kept telling us our king issued a
decree of
no contact with this abundance
please,
we knew that it was very difficult for him
with Neptune in voluntary imprisonment
kocom I am bougainvillea and 10 years already I repent the
pigeon was
stolen I took the lot of food and
gifts years already chose the system of
graceful
beauty
just went ashore with the beauty
paths to the forehead of the Indians
from the feet of
Alla, you won’t believe me in the section,
they studied my father
label
what I read the words in the ocean of the island to
Michael balm for the soul but not the feathers
I’m now tired of
imprisonment
to hell with all these lvovna and matter
finally
returned my clothes to the poor woman
or obey
this I wish I had a woman, we
became brides in the family, I insistently asked to be let
go, my
head didn’t shake
and the ship’s crews
told me the iron lifted me first
before killing
on this matter, the captain, after all, we are friends,
said nothing, but I understood, and on the roadstead near the Strait of
La Perouse,
you told me you’re a [ __ ] to went to the savages
alone,
they will judge wrongly, but the Frenchman,
but
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