God forbid, who I get I am going to die Still, I still miss the Stone I still miss the straits of the Strait How did I miss I didnt tell her thinner than the flower I dont believe it. This wet eye Whatever I tell me I will Just come on my hand O patient and no one She wont come anymore. I didnt remember you What I heard from my love God if you dont hear Saddams Tell him the reason for my crying The one who said he loved Terry Even his betrayal
