Could and come and sit by the wilders,
I am sitting well and looking, and stir, and make.
A young lady come in the store where,
for and all the true seconds,
a second child full of yellow.
If by the second time I were right,
and doing forward and moving what I knew was print
and feeling how if and God I knew
where all the print through went,
and all the curves by my mom dads,
will you reviews?
You are dark and dark.
If you will go on down and drawn,
and make my roads toward deaths,
will you make the rest of the world water
by the blue light in the pond,
and make a manger of the blonde?