In ahead of why I am screaming Grashkuh I have a Zedel with my own help In the burning curtain like the flower of my boiling, I am not a disgraceful candle to cry out First I think of a scope I heard the Cup of the Cup quietly I heard from the flower I heard his smell. Home home Enlightenment Placium; Because the sun from Pakim Empty half -entertained myself Valley of Zadaria I am not a rogue palm; I can do it to the house I know that that cedar has no heart.
