Bremc tip pot and pot Arrows from her eyes, I became obsessed with the nuclei I said

to her: You are a glimmer of any child entries Taltk gorgeous and the characteristic bright Silent and made Bonamlha words Drawn up and signed on the tunes Lunt wonderful dances with her frail body I said to her: "no time have come from any spring From any piece of music were you born?

Did not grow a word. Waddle to the nostalgia I miss him Since the ticket presented Haneen When the sun LAMJEYID clues, gold Isdell, when the curtain of night for the first time And paved the sky Bzy Hurricane She said: Is it not time that your horse riding horseback I said to her: flared gray And pulse of the heart plays a melody Martyr

Life without you ever daunting And my pages without ink And if I play the melody only