Unknown road
When is there a lot of power? A little bit sweetens, In Seyukuk the ‘Southeast eir ’ It's like they're gone after day They're just floating on the way, They're out Come on. When comes a morning he's a turning point Home, my house, He's like a motor forever. Low light Someone I picked up the particles in the middle I was born in 1938 , and I was born in 1939 . - That's the one who cut my pair The light of the day I'm gonna put that on In a bowl- As a blinking flock, one of the most inferior. Fire burns, all the things singing together you and me in the road That have never end.
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Interesting poem.. Keep it up 😍