Does not want to get out of the landscape
Depth
All year round is my kingdom
Whose mortal thicknesses I will purify.

Be nice to the nice
Be shiny torch
On the set set
As a sleepy eyes of vigilants.

The slightest flower cries
You say it in silence
Towards the place again
Mountain floors.

We will disperse soon
Wild geese of the country
To tumble up on each other
At the bottom of the wall of reason.

During the show
It will be enough to hang the pointed hat
Was, At the top of the shiny sphere
And to dance.

The weight of sorrows will not save us
We will be deceived and ruined
By whom violates the oath
In defiance of the infallibility of the present.

O wonderful
When you raise your hand to my lips
Employed by the injury of love
The west wind sweeps the black of the crows.

Thank you for guiding me
Visiting Aunt Jeanne
The sunset of the sunset
Making light eyes.

Two bodies two souls
Lend the flank to the same song
To create skillful needles
Fairy fabric.

Damage removed
Delicacy
Create civility for turned back
Remedy the absence.

You, small and lap
Your nails will never reach
The light injury of my neck
Simple trampling on the sand of the aisle.

Warrior with a lightning sword
Behind the bush
I will sleep the declining color of the day
To love the love pearl.

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