I dont want to put my eyes too The opportunity to look very much My life does not want to be Tonight Telling you Battle my sonnet to keep my death I dont want to be fired Bake Silver Hot Silver I have I only have you to have you Who believes me like you? Is it with me? To celebrate all my cries Flowers his lonely flower Who believes me like you? ? ? I do not want to get my wound not to bring your eyes to your eyes I am a Umrah with a grief I dont have a lover I dont want to put my eyes too The opportunity to look very little
