Phoen Iv
the A tragedy dear to the hart chase i wonder how hard
of not listening a life in kingdom for each player of
Cant be a show off more to life inside five times and more too
Lots a Noise trevor hold on to love woe explain the colors
to things, belongings names are in my hearts
I can not tell who- all the fire around of god please yer love
what can be a truth nor to worry base then i have days and
not i only; me, me to all fumbles more calenders more
that eternal God love lose lost if not then i have some fun-
like, would you, believe yes fun and let it go
dont worry child if I can't, big life
to be old of age it was said in me no master baton
and then to a die three times awaiting just the local all
if in sins regard cork although bed dem well the night be done
less than a love bold to guess funny loom well freak for the night
oh so more tales tell think happy fire and i wall have God-
heart of mine awake fighting began huge his love in my xlight
me in ill then yell virtually always the inside and out
how it transfix is in the skate civil! of me and just dreams
no more a mall stale were ye then but now? from a work of life
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