Nostalgia of so much silence of so much silence Under Locke of Love because of why I needless my heart is in need of my rich in Yemen of love with you proud and dear End for me, I am always a pilgrimage to me. Ultimately, the ultimate austerity for every prayer, you hate I hate my belongings at the peak of my to the moment of ascension from my hands and feet Every moment I read with your voice I am always a living for you, I am always living.
