is it ready for the first or last,
through errors of sequences, glitters of jewels
through the meditations of the sun, devices there
we look back and find the study of ones inner joy
but what we found was not what we find or the past,
abrubtly we stutter for fulfilment of those we loved, and lost,
and gather the pitties of neuance.
therefore the brain foods decide the my lust.
thy must love to live or live to love, decide on thus.
trust me is the issue said the girl put my site in your arms.
and we stay close as those who listen to the moons light.
the glitter of gold and the sequence of darkness, tries to
emulsify, but to try and do are neither their or here, there.
the pittiest of pretty, or the.
mention this name, and get shot in the back.
ill protect you.
for error those who chose not to take back in time force the time to take.
take heeth of the lessons past of four. the time is none of three.
double the tempo said the girl as her father was a mother. her mother.
her mother was a father to the little one girl who recorded the meaning.