I see the ambitions you cover in the pocket of the script
I choose to like the way you joke with them
I try to sign my sign is unmarked
Free poetry is born without the need to conceive, is it?
We read each other then prejudiced
We know each other then
A dream of earthly peace
On one side I close the senses of all the news
Because mistaken understand such as taking a hot comment
We need a dry, dry air
Not a sail image without a visit
If on one side looks tingklang
So from a variety of fruit radiating
Also balance.