Like a dry leaf and the only branch of the branch here I am scared to the wild grasp to remember and remember All my days; my story, my mirror like a black and aid night, like the color of the night, and the only ones. All my days, my story, my mirror like the Black and Cardi Night, such as the obscen of the color of the pardon
like a lonely sunset, who looks behind the Abra I am a silent silence Here I am afraid to be a wild grip of the wind.
