For me that I miss out of my life is better to travel here, otherwise I died here
There was no news of the news No alive was life not death. There was no death not a complaint not a chance to get I gave it All of the confused and confused
not in someones passage not the thorn movement not filling in a cage not waiting for the compassion I said from what is the last way Lastly the color is worse than the black .
No Reddieh Narra Nor Proud of the Earth See how it was lost. The love cavalry I walked in the dust
