Seeds. The riot exploded planted
with flowering light of phosphorus
in the dark regions of death. Seeds.
From head to the ball of Phosphorus
collapsed the field of the swimming
party. I love you. Green trees,
clouds in the sky and snow,
and reports of blood to the skin.
In fact, there are dead Bluebirds
on the ground. This charge is to design
the afternoon will break and the sun
on blue sky and a kiss. Others, however,
gives them confidence in the pain;
the pain [Doctor], and fruit trees
prepare for exile in the south river sand
and seven (empty) growing rooms
Granada refuses. There a tree falls
in the palm and fingers and keeps
the surgery in January. These are the images
of the old quarter. There is a river.
The reason why heaven, and He is not here,
in the yellow, [in the night, the *****, *****,
*****, *****, *****] There is, however,                                               to measure
the Silence is of the nature of which
consists in the vision of God is the wisdom
of the context for traditional and Bacon,
Eileen so that, having lost to the navigable,
and the tables of the covenant of the fruit
of the seeds. ***** planted. And trample
the anger and left the Symposium and the
church of phosphorus in the dark explosion,
burning fields. All the more, be patient,
and in the darkness he doth walk, by faith,
is in the end the treasure to accumulate
in a therapist. Seeds. From head to the ball.
Symposium of fire fell on the Lake event.
Dreams and love. Green trees, clouds
and snow return of blood to the skin.
In fact, there is a Bluebird earth. This
charge is to design the afternoon will
break and the sun on blue sky and a
kiss. Others put their faith in the country
of the of labor which would give to the
market-place, Sunflowers and fruit-bearing
trees, and the chambers of the south,
the seven princes of Granada, and do not
want to prepare for Sartre. There is a tree
falls in the palm and fingers, and in January,
the outcome of the surgery. These are the
images of the old quarter. There is a river.
Next, the state of the yellow of each
of the laws of the gardens [in the night,
the *****, *****, *****, *****, *****], that they
may have to the not-living [members of]
the women, they are not part of the nature.
Bacon on the terrace, apples lose much
of the summer.