Neither the angel I have neither the devil Kim and my chimy I am not too much or the fire that my grandson is My descendants and the wise light that dies from the breeze neither dawn on my hand nor my stars on my jabbir I am and the tightness that does not fit my "me", not the right of God White: I am good and bad I do not bother it, no more, no more What do I say from the opponent I dont choose?
