If you get the moonlight, I will take me to the cloak If you do not rain, I will remember that my dandruff If you are sunny in the garden I will be in your furniture If you fall in love, I would be at home The Pasuz was full of pass, where Passuz was full of flock
I sit in the story of poetry for the cute flower under the Baron Sleeping Sleeping Chelgisu. I die
I am going to think of a journey like Swallow was in the door I would burn more to know that Pasuz was full of pass to his pass. I will be a butterfly in your furniture If you fall in love, I even have a lie to be home I will stay at home.
