A desert of a dry desert and only
Desert also talk and serve.
The desert of the dream of the sea is not in his head,
Sit down on my story.
Drake of a youth in your existence,
All my roots without leafy
I was tired of my own bugs,
Gum
No, not a mountain of Dorma until I am.
To rely on it to take it down.
Not the marine out of the sea to drown me,
Not the beach I would die.
I was young. Similar to the forestry,
Who takes your way now
On your way to the end of the war.
To see the color of the sea.
Baron is very much .......
One night took me to think of me,
Since that night I fantasy
Though there are my head tonight,
I can see tomorrow morning
