If the universe is all thorns, the heart of all the flower is and the unemployed, the world of lovers, the lovers of the work, , all be sad, and the life of the love, the gentle and the soul, and the soul, and the life of the lover, the gentle and the lover, the lover, the love of you, Be
Not a hundred promises of love, so much love, to be a lot of beloved Ride to love the horse that the horse is a lovely love
bring you home, though the way to a pavement has put you home, though the way is unhealthy .
