Im going to go because the swallows I do not leave the archery I will not go. This is because you dont see any other kindness Tired of the darkness of the nights Im depressed and only Filling up to the Palace of Dreams to see the dawn tomorrow I will not see the dreamer Slow Except for your rainy tears I do not like the desert Except for the sadness and distress My heartfelt Rome slowly from your way Go to Gods hand with you Rome slowly from your way Go Gods hand with you
