Crack John! Well I read this sad song I will also fly to the city of Swallow I will sing to the city every courier and message and closed news The only wings and feathers are the wings of the closed cage The cage is tight and in the package Set. Gray raw and pregnant. Vienna Silent Silence too. There is no message. Grammy and light and Nova; Welcome be familiar I will fly this envelope singing in this saddest abbot Chu smell of your burnt wings
