Look You are your comrade O iber O you, and abandoned me , O human, you This is the song of John Johns John that every tail kills every heart and, , kills our hands on our head The way they do. You see be careful tolerate the constellations incompatibility, this wheel Finally, at this short party, you are and a handful of soil that is named Neco Do not be lacquered from the thirsty thirsty wind.
