Youre not and your voice The good weather of this bloody The sound of the fragrance of the flower Divines love you are away from me and I miss you You are you and I Veyron has always been the story One laughing one Grion
Always a story You have a soul Times
After that wound after that habit and repetition but half of a spirit of this is not a half wall
Youre not your own sound My eyes are my eyes I miss the ground Sounds like you Sea is
Silence here your voice The air here is your Repeat of this word My heart has always been the story The story of the story or the death of the story or Adam Boil the Lakes of Love Boil the Sadness Springs Always Love You Sounds Remain My Eye Sounds I miss the ground Only you are
Youre not your own The sound of my eyes and my eyes are I miss the ground Only you like this.
