You dont know the sadness in my heart. I havent done my heart with my heart
Your own and your heart is sad. The result of me though in every circle of sedition you dont sing to each others love. My chest with the blood of your hearts I have taken your disorder in the madness. Now that our masses and the burned sine do not, God willing to tolerate him Now that I have no hope of the chest, say what to do say what to do If I do not tell him what to say.
