Who is your sonnet? Whos doing your mourning? Dont see honey falling you Tell you whos job? Do not say Daves story in the cup of Falling The sky did not remember the turquoise accent . Who broke the frame? How did you get rid of your release? Dont Cry Dont Cry, Cry You Cry
Break You Break You and We Was Cry You Crying You were not the sonnets Whatever good for me Whatever I was not my poets, if I was not my poet Your pair is not your song size Youre all looking for me Ghazal Yar if your debris is crying If you are right, dont cry If every window of your wall is not crying If you are sick, dont cry . You All the miserable and a thousand years old So what the dignity of your dignity broke that no one gave no one to the night of your whining Spring flowers without the death of the fall Tone of my body and the flowers of your wounds The mirror is mirrors Dont be crying Dont cry, crying to your eyes
The clover of acacias from the sonnet Crying from my son to my own sonnet Silk fire of this comradeship and under the rain of any sonnet You Youre all in your noun. Tale of your spell Do not cry, crying in your eyes Dont cry, crying to your eyes
Crying doesnt come to your eyes Cry not to cry. Dont come s sonnets, dont cry, not crying to your eyes
