A bout thou you vender in the past.
64 shades of wuthering last
went about the garden in the rosette.
eeiging takes a lot from the casket
I tried saying in a voice so high!
to behold it never says a neigh!
Gone with the wing I never saw those days
taking a last upon her ways
A toll I saw happened only once
Once and for all I saw you thence,
just thou meet in the lake
perking up on the mood that ye take?
I suppose you know not the days I spent
In the cold war on the stale bread lay the stent
felt once in a while I never told you thee
jerking up, stood up I like a tiger on spree!
Never you may, get to know my hug!
ever, never, like a purposeful tug!
I feel you going on the bold!
I give up know like a retendering east
A bout thou you vender in the past..