If even between us, take my breath to be united if my death is Take me my dear ceiling, my dear ceiling, my crying, was a distance Our last crying of love This was the end of the night Not Well yesterday and still a plan for me on the cross on the tone of the muddy Naked time of love with the same humble design burn in the fire
The eyelids in your hand and paper and my sonnet I was romantic and romantic Sleeping from our sleeping cocoon Dear All the way with me the most in love with me Sound, dear
Guess to me and from our way Beliefs was the day of denying your breath of birth Death of this good faith yesterday Well yesterday and still a plan on my crosses Absenteeism of the absence of the breath is not the distance between us The last absence of your chickens This is not the end of this If even between us, take my breath to unite if my death is take my breath
