rnaya will pass. but suddenly you will see others in the sky.es hard for me, i will again tell myself to spite all the times, this is all my dear, this is somewhere in the depths. this is the most holy thing that is left in me, it is on the page as the lord, i am grace, this is all mine. so somewhere in the depths is the most sacred thing that is left in me, you heal, like the lord is not grace. this is what not to kill and not i is what i buy to live, not the field to go over this wisdom often to repeat a lot to eat. if the day comes to love, the soul wishes from pain not a beard, not on a bright day, we are your home, dear. we we choose life alive worlds us, we choose those who praise before the radiance of the eyes. we choose all the same your window. we choose it all to fall out. we are priceless minutes of begging in our nerves are torn, as if the strings are all where we fly then we fly not always with soap, if there is money for love. we choose those who knew before we choose all your sun in the window. we choose light. this is a challeng