The dot ***** is flown down to the river
The sword is directed as rolling contracting
To deprive this hour on the right of the universe
But the leaf it is smooth "under" equal "out of"

And look of two directions
Equally we store
In this war I see the island; it is a voice unburied
The look without account carried away is ready to answer
Surfaces are clean at a road blindness

Shouting, the cut bush of subject will burns
Or the incorporated piece of a bank of good
But having embodied an image to wound it again
Tended to leave plates against motive.

To announcement bears nervousness of waters
Perhaps, land in color of gold speaks.
Put precisely looks for finding.
Because and a bush in your hand we burn down.

And the step was the choice of a meeting
The shape memory substituted in the direction without lie
Going so, on a measurement smooth surface
In depth sands the unsteady world is also lifted.

Having washed not only shoulders
Fully the leaf accepted an image property
And result of war
Only age values
It is unknown are exact.

Boundary communications of corners (exactly three)
Removes questions of means
And birds as satellite camel
The known word for the Void.

The review turns me to a smooth surface of waters
To light sands and fluid sky.
Having collected contents of schemes and bases
The decline turned to the Tree.