The bitter juice of your lips … sedge Blade Emerald fish in an aquarium that stands by the road the losers the ability to cry for the sake of love
But not as sad as cows mumble when they love and as thunderstorms rage and howl as storms play with waves spring tearing the ice from the surface of the sea
Exactly at midnight, a snail came out of the room she is the wave-guarding mistress
The crowd loves her for a very wise silence for the kindness and pieces of cheese she treated everyone to
She basks often on the bosom of the ocean the tenderness of the breeze and rum warms her while she's still so tanned.