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With wind in the air, girl in the honeymoon, technology shape our thinking, I cannot sleep without having to think about you Why I look so sad tell me the white lines that you see crimson like wings on my face. Boy in the hunt, lady in the sky, below falling, in the happiness from glory, I cannot deny you that I was your servant until I see mistakes in your behavior.
Father is worry, but son isn’t looking from that direction. I saw group of people sitting around a table sharing ideas. .In the moon I see birds eulogizing my name to the angels. In the air I see smile, in the bed I see couples sharing love. I cannot wait to explain the wonders to wanderlust.
I was blind until I find Allah is on my side to Saturn. I cannot wait to worship you, because I love to be happy all the time to happenstance. Stop fighting your enemies to element, but build fence to run from farce to fashion. The night descends decision, but I do not know whether I am going to see you tomorrow on stipulated time. Please wait, stand by me defend me strengthen me to salvation.
Appoint good people around me to the arrival of Jesus to defend the truth to the trillions of misery. Make them run to me make me smile and clap with joy to the climax. Ask me why my face sad today not person to fight against my will to the wilderness. Girls stop running to relationships ask what you want and get what you need for the future. If the present has nothing to offers you keep on praying with tears running down your chic to the vineyards.
Stop running to people sometimes stay and wait as the duty of waitress open you wings to receive them with flowers purples. Do not be adversary for you; you do not know tomorrow what will it brings you. Smile with your friends, do not let them cry nor let them run from the rumble of your voice. You are the leader of my progeny tomorrow to titanic tag.
Whisper that you love me to lubricate my feeling adjacent to philanders freaky to fragile unanimous. You never wanted to see me cry to discrepancy under trees, and cold night that tore my skin to skipping rope. The clock ticking, tick tack, tick tack, I cannot sleep under slippers, because too much of noise from the clock reminding me about you.
I cannot stop loving you to the idiomatic expressions as glides of gold glittering. Queens were born to rule the world and Kings were born to defend their kingdoms, Emperors were born to defend their Empires, but at the end they ended with the swords. He loves Jesus as Jesus you stand by the cage to defeat the deadline under the salvation near the salad leaf. Stop worship Jesus isn’t creator from among cradle of creatures but the bearer of the truth.
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