You were not my story Except for sadness Life past my body Still tired of the day and borrower I was tired and fascinated until I left my eyes, I saw the old I was stuck in love, when I was eaten, Heaven It was far from the way to the name of Mondo nor the name of my was not in my story Except for the sadness and heartbeat I have not yet gone tired Two eyes of the arms of the time from this land I went wherever my pome went Not I miss my heart, my heart defeated In the moments of waiting, the frustration of the carousel was not heard, the heart was not shouting I was not my story Except for the sadness I became a I saw Ajab I was old
