There is no sensation
In the world of television
Since no one has kept his mind
They want to have a vision
In the world of the nation
But they still have no mind
I love to have leisure
Of one of those furniture
To change my own kind
But I am looking for the eager
Who kill me as a leader?
Of the ones who are so kind
They saw our division
With so nice attention
To my beautiful end
While I breath in the season
In one nice division
Between I and your land
They thought we are lover
And this is our summer
To build our land
They thought we are fighter
In one of those lighter
That might wake there mind
They thought we are in fiction
We did some section
Of one theatre kind
And they gather around us
To see what is the mass
Of two man kind
That they work their fiction
Without stop or breath in
What‘s up with those guys
They saw that I am
Bleeding and freezing
In one of the fairy land
And hopefully they get it
The idea of melted
Of our love’s end
But the story mingles
And everything mumbles
Of my stories’ end
When my lord waking
And guessing and cheeking
What’s the matter with N
The beautiful letter
Of our season and fiction
From which our start begin
And then we laughed
And waiting the others
To get the idea while they clapped
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