The song of the broken glass –
Is windy for yellow pass –
You, dear, drink it, no cry,
Rock yellow, you ield, arries
The song of the foolish strise
Is paper in sure, no pries,
It’s track goes thru literas for
You read, where song make’s store.
The story of this is way,
Where love transponate to fare
For first, second one is hand,
Mix ways to a soul’s defend.
The subject of this – subgett
Is wasly? You ask a bat
Or fly, or a but or brad,
Goes thru liyers, it’s a cat.
You lie, shutted down cruel night,
So truthfully, me leak a fight,
Oh, glasses on press of whom
Me, answer this theme, gone bloom.
A cat, drink silk brown milk,
Not poison it is, a way,
From song to restart gold drill,
A plant, love gose cow, no fare.
The song of the broken glass,
May redefinise discuss,
Like glue, of a miхin’styles,
But whole is a best way, miles.
You go from a plot, make plane,
Us earlier, a boned fame,
Just tree, is arise leafs pass,
A rain, no eyes nerving glasses.
Drink, dear, replete a plot,
Be, louder atties, a note
I’ll rite drink a fraise before,
A day, where was miхer, store –
A night make a song a day,
Stop hear, tomorrow stay,
See you, and again restart,
Make song, goes old sclavus yard.
