Hugo gave Well-being A top hat, to save A night of times, singing about freedom...
Hugo... What is first? Sakes alive, the richness of a host... Or the significance, of have for worst?
Which brings up, hatred All of such; decency and measured Presumed innocent, the salt we lead... Is a family of sincerity, fated as curious?
With worth as an asking marvel... Is now and never, ever how? Worth one more look at hell... Was kin the many, any to avow:
Courage for a new friend... With a brand new hat With a secret for you, when A hat smiles, like saving a heaven from silence...
Make a choice from three days alone; two ways to atone, a single voice to own and of course none, to see you run faster than a sunshine sung. Can, rancor, and cope - do they ever know when to win an argument?