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High-minded .. Jealousy is a good thing ..
Love
Goodwill
And a great woman
Dwell here
There are
In a stinking alley
And wood trackless
With people
And where we believe
Indeed least understood
"Singleness of purpose"
Of the name
Can often be found
That must be
Scare to shame
Convincingly
And promotion of the purse
Brood
Pitiful.
This affection of the case
How glorious
Steadfast of genius
Toiling
Courage!
What a brave when
Unwavering
Champion
Envy
And hatred
To sty
Home?
Unnumbered souls
Exhale
Still clap
Proud
To behold him in his eye.
Sweet Dreams of Love
I keep thinking about your
I wish on a star
Somewhere
You're thinking of me too!
Sweet Dreams
Of love
Holding us together
Tight
And whispers
The essence of our loving beings ...
There are anywhere in the world
So walk aright, you
'd
Instead of being here in my room
Dream
You and me!
A thing of beauty
Joy forever
More than love
And never will
Transmitted to nowhere
But still
Will remain
For us
Bower quiet
And sleep
Full of sweet dreams
Health
And calm
Breathing.
Therefore
All tomorrow
We encases
Embellished band
To bind us
To earth
Although
Scarcity inhuman
Of noble natures
Of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy ways
And dark
Our research made
Yes
Despite everything
Some form of beauty
Moving away from shadow
From our dark spirits.
Such as the sun and the moon
Old trees
And youth
And spread the grace
Simple for sheep
This is the daffodils
With green world
Live in.
And wriggling inside
Clear
This is the secret to make themselves cooling
'Hot season
The middle of the forest,
Rich with
Flowers
Musk
Rose
This is also the greatness
Judge
I imagined the dead of the powerful
All the beautiful tales
That we have heard
Or read
Endless fountain of immortal drink
Pour us back from the brink
The sky.
Or Hell
Every person on earth dreams every night
Virtually all mammals.
This perception many dreams with emotions hide its true meaning
While the other dreams are easy to interpret.
Just as we do not feel these essences
For a period of one hour short;, even to the trees
Those whisper round the temple soon become
Self dear to the temple, so does the moon,
Passion
The glories Without Borders
Haunt us until light cheering
Even our souls
And binding on us quickly
So, whether there is a sparkling
Or depression
They must always be with us
Or die.
Our experiences
What we do every day during our waking
We greatly affect our dreams.
Therefore
With full happiness there I
I will follow the story.
Music too
Name has gone
Kayani
And all the nice scenery
Fresh grows
Tribal such as green
From our own valleys
So I will start
Now while I can not hear the city's debt
Now while only new early
And run in the maze of smaller Hui
From ancient forests
While Willow paths
Her delicate amber
And dairy Buckets
Bring home increase of milk. And
The year in which
Grow in fertile stalks juice
I am directing smoothly
My little boat,
Quiet for several hours,
With streams
Deepen
Newly Bowers.
Many
And many a verse I hope to write
Held and white
Hiding in deep grass
Ere after bees
Hum on the balls of clover
Sweet peas,
I must be near the middle of the story.
This May in the winter season
Bare
The hoary
See it half finished
But
Let bold autumn
With a tinge of gold sober global
Be all about me when I make an end!
Now, at one time
Adventurer
I send
My idea
In the wild
Let there blow the trumpet
The dress quickly
My way is uncertain with green
I might precipitate
Onwards easily
And flowers
Comprehensive and herbs.
But I do not know the end
Perhaps Trgl to see the end like the others
But I do not think the biggest one knows the secret of life
Exit from the isthmus door to only two roads
By supporters and there waiting for you
Through denial and there is also waiting for you ..
Ended ..
I do not know.
You know. Answer
If you have the answer ..
For all
First ..
Goodwill
And a great woman
Dwell here
There are
In a stinking alley
And wood trackless
With people
And where we believe
Indeed least understood
"Singleness of purpose"
Of the name
Can often be found
That must be
Scare to shame
Convincingly
And promotion of the purse
Brood
Pitiful.
This affection of the case
How glorious
Steadfast of genius
Toiling
Courage!
What a brave when
Unwavering
Champion
Envy
And hatred
To sty
Home?
Unnumbered souls
Exhale
Still clap
Proud
To behold him in his eye.
Sweet Dreams of Love
I keep thinking about your
I wish on a star
Somewhere
You're thinking of me too!
Sweet Dreams
Of love
Holding us together
Tight
And whispers
The essence of our loving beings ...
There are anywhere in the world
So walk aright, you
'd
Instead of being here in my room
Dream
You and me!
A thing of beauty
Joy forever
More than love
And never will
Transmitted to nowhere
But still
Will remain
For us
Bower quiet
And sleep
Full of sweet dreams
Health
And calm
Breathing.
Therefore
All tomorrow
We encases
Embellished band
To bind us
To earth
Although
Scarcity inhuman
Of noble natures
Of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy ways
And dark
Our research made
Yes
Despite everything
Some form of beauty
Moving away from shadow
From our dark spirits.
Such as the sun and the moon
Old trees
And youth
And spread the grace
Simple for sheep
This is the daffodils
With green world
Live in.
And wriggling inside
Clear
This is the secret to make themselves cooling
'Hot season
The middle of the forest,
Rich with
Flowers
Musk
Rose
This is also the greatness
Judge
I imagined the dead of the powerful
All the beautiful tales
That we have heard
Or read
Endless fountain of immortal drink
Pour us back from the brink
The sky.
Or Hell
Every person on earth dreams every night
Virtually all mammals.
This perception many dreams with emotions hide its true meaning
While the other dreams are easy to interpret.
Just as we do not feel these essences
For a period of one hour short;, even to the trees
Those whisper round the temple soon become
Self dear to the temple, so does the moon,
Passion
The glories Without Borders
Haunt us until light cheering
Even our souls
And binding on us quickly
So, whether there is a sparkling
Or depression
They must always be with us
Or die.
Our experiences
What we do every day during our waking
We greatly affect our dreams.
Therefore
With full happiness there I
I will follow the story.
Music too
Name has gone
Kayani
And all the nice scenery
Fresh grows
Tribal such as green
From our own valleys
So I will start
Now while I can not hear the city's debt
Now while only new early
And run in the maze of smaller Hui
From ancient forests
While Willow paths
Her delicate amber
And dairy Buckets
Bring home increase of milk. And
The year in which
Grow in fertile stalks juice
I am directing smoothly
My little boat,
Quiet for several hours,
With streams
Deepen
Newly Bowers.
Many
And many a verse I hope to write
Held and white
Hiding in deep grass
Ere after bees
Hum on the balls of clover
Sweet peas,
I must be near the middle of the story.
This May in the winter season
Bare
The hoary
See it half finished
But
Let bold autumn
With a tinge of gold sober global
Be all about me when I make an end!
Now, at one time
Adventurer
I send
My idea
In the wild
Let there blow the trumpet
The dress quickly
My way is uncertain with green
I might precipitate
Onwards easily
And flowers
Comprehensive and herbs.
But I do not know the end
Perhaps Trgl to see the end like the others
But I do not think the biggest one knows the secret of life
Exit from the isthmus door to only two roads
By supporters and there waiting for you
Through denial and there is also waiting for you ..
Ended ..
I do not know.
You know. Answer
If you have the answer ..
For all
First ..
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