Your hands under the baron like the archer your arrival of a world left of the world You are my lonely form of mystery You are two points from a star to the star from the star to the Mr. Dont ask you Asking for Baby You have a Sadgia Asking you to want to be a kid They had a Sadgia
a henna under the umbrella of the kids What we wanted to sleep What a dream we have dreamed of thirsty water Sleeping of the thirsty water
Cloare of that day that is not our height The word of a gentleman and henna Having you now and far away My poem is like when it is not Asking for you Not Sadgia
