Lastly the Tales Lie You are not This lie in the vein of this busy city You are not You are not everywhere and you dont see the sun in someones city What a stranger to the sun You are not in the shadow and the night. I put my face in the mirror frame Youre not believing the wish leaf Tired of the spell of these gaps You are not We are happy to review these gaps You are not You are not you are the throat of gypsies.
