There was a festival of Greek music. The sun was melting musicians - Lyra had a mustache., Harper was trailing by eight strokes. The shore was littered with mermaids - Mermaids were shaking and dying.

I won't stay here long., The tile and courage is sparked - The stone will grind off the needle, And the pencil wears out. Rectangular recesses Embrace the black rascal - Knees stop on the ground And language.