Eyre Crowe

What it is to be free hold my hand free

What language guarantee me the rights

Just to walk just listen of pleasure of these days

For the knowledge of youth for acre land do one know 

Important of that written man hand

Sounds that revolt thoughts that consume

What is age if it has not phrase the moment

Just to walk just listen of pleasure of these days

Hawk among a gesture cool as a mountain

This here lake long as well what should free man

Name a gallery

He’s name is

I let Memorandum on the present state of britian 

Answer such a question,

Yes e deem!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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