When the flower doesnt come rides it doesnt come What is the mountain and desert what is the mountain and desert? When the rain doesnt come Winter clouds What is all this nodon? . . Now you are in the bouquet of poetry and sonnets We Our Enemy I wish you could have understood I was going to go The fault of these stories was the fault of these enemies They were with us if they were not at night Dawn today ... I dont understand No one lonely from me The pain in the wall and the wall. For my own loneliness, my heart burns. My heart is more empty than yesterday . . My fall in my my fall like me Death Death The calamity of the truth the truth of the truth was the fault of these stories The fault of these enemies They were with us if it was not night Dawn today .......B
