Oh only one without me, I with me, like John, with my breeze, smell of the shirt , O, I am bright , O my heart, dawn
Broken wings and feathers Flight of your flight? In the heart of the dark nights your burn? The wave of my heart I have gone to the sea to get to the sea to be free though the coldness of the flame of the flame of the flame The tongue is tongue Whatever the wind scream! Cry! Cry!
