The roof house was heavenly and not was between us and the string of life and not Friendships and the walls had been joined The wall of the ladder was on the wall and not I wish I could get past the past I could breathe from home It was a rainbow of every table and is not The year of the rains of the hard trenches yesterdays house was a gutter and not
was a dynasty family and not was a dynasty family and not I wish I could get past the past I get
"The poets word" The roofed house was weavenly and not was between us and the life of the string was not on the wall of the ladder and not
The shadow of the gathering of the old city was the elderly city and a shadow Not
was a dynasty family and is not was a dynasty family and not I wish I could get past the past I could breathe from home I wish I could get past the past
