Good Birds of Love In their small privacy Eternal Anthem of Love Sedi To teach me the flight
When in the palace of the Sun Sun, I was coming to the good neighbor. The 100s were herds All the separation between us between our hands was the separation of separation Our best conversation was a voice The tears were our tears. Awakened The most drunkard of the night of consciousness heard Still the window Still still memory of the structure When in the Sun Sun Palace The light dandelion was coming to my good neighbor I waited for the windows Our hand was all separation between our hands was the separation of separation Our best talk was a voice. The tears of our letters were The tears of our tears. Heard the night of consciousness.
