My lady my lady has all and I dont have it with me more than my body and my work You are ultimately like dawn breathe you my breath Last dinner without you may be the night May the land be a reason to fly Lady. Break up My season breaks of you to die of you Tell you on your two -hand branch of leaf death in minimal This is my curse poem The last dinner without you may be the night May the earth be a reason to fly Last dinner. Our garden Last dinner without you may start at night May the land be a reason to fly Last dinner without you may start at night May the land be a reason for flying
