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“span> ....……….As dawn goes by over the sky misty came the morning glorious day, late afternoon then evening also leave the moon above the sky, we were wondering why?
……….”What’s on thee desire o’ mind” that’s right “What to do?” we thought of him who is who when the owl sing, To-whoo, To-who, What’s for? Thee needed love but not to be bored and that’s supposed, rewards given but thee were forbidden, sing To-whoo, To-who “Do you know why?”, cuz, so many time we were forgotten those target and the rhymes, “keep cool” it’s all right for to night, sing To-whoo, ……To-who, never too soon de poet of wisdom will slash the moon. The moon would beheaded, he said, To-whoo, To-who, as pen was writing in my thought by nboth edges of his swords, “The moon” he said “c’mon, deancing around me”. In the Elizabethan's tower. .What’s on thee desire o’ mind” that’s right “What to do?” we thought of him who is who when the owl sing, To-whoo, To-who, What’s for? Thee needed love but not to be bored and that’s supposed, rewards given but thee were forbidden, sing To-whoo, To-who “Do you know why?”, cuz, so many time we were forgotten those target and the rhymes, “keep cool” it’s all right for to night, sing To-whoo, ……

“ To-who, never too soon de poet of wisdom will slash the moon. The moon would beheaded, he said, To-whoo, To-whoo, as pen was writing in my thought by nboth edges of his swords, “The moon” he said “c’mon, deancing around me”. In the “green”tower.
“...As dawn goes down lullaby,the bird sing.;Well! In the field of bloody revolution where it was dwelling in human’s brain that rare their greed, there are those impious veins and therefore as jealous upbringing they as well grown up who fought the battle up. still falls the rain. There was a man with his sword drawn in his hand, over his shadow apparently lean his shoulder against the wall somewhere, never the chance of his awareness, the man of an Arabian tribal, the salvage Bedouin who lives in sheepskin tents with six wives robed the chance of being under the lime light by me, Oh God! Who to think logically and draw conclusion from facts, who was being vigilant of justification and that what was my explanation to justice. Nevertheless, he said “Under the sky” from where we sat there and felt so stoned, “Who cursed the whales?” never a word his name been told. At first time we have ever his tale, keep wonder what was his desire to save ........................the whales, flashing designated light but he missed “Only twice” he said..
“Slash the moon” Still falls the rain as dark as the man’s world, with the heart pausing sounds that changed in vain; black as our lost, blind as sixteen hundred and fourty-six nails, upon the cross