maanantai 31. heinäkuuta 2017


Tomorrow will arrive
August August
Begins in every sense
Harvesting grain cuts
Maybe you can swim
I will remember all of them
Children of destiny
Each with their own
His share of time in books is here
There are a lot of moments that
Maybe nobody else can remember
Many happy memories
They also got out of control
According to wind
All of us want to
Sometimes waving the right
The sword is overthrown by King Solomon
Look at what kind of crowd
We get them
Dropped from the ground
Of the fallen angels
Nobody knows
Still today this morning
With the words I begin
I will write it to you all.

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