Your heart is your heart Your skin but the skin of the milk Zendon and release Take a bird Take the green forest Behind the Plain of the Plain The dark days Behind this bright night
to believe Somewhere to be Must be Loan Take For your worry Die for Sadgit Your heart in your heart your skin but the skin of the milk Zendon and abandon O Full Bird Old Lonely Loneliness Bitter and Breastal The first and last letter Lonely Repeat Hijra and Hijra and Hijra But in the way is not except the thorny and shaws maybe one may be One whose hand is not cage
Your heart in the heart of the bird your skin but the skin of the lion
