Your name, flower your form, flower but you are a thread and a lot of my cries, you do not break the way The tyrannical you harass me and much with all the good, laugh at my life anger Always always a friend, and a rope My tone My defeat is our failure, dont scourish you you from me or are you on me? Are you a lover or hostility? The way of breath The tyrant, the oppressor is hurting me and enough
