It alludes in this city believing that today it will come.
The cards from afar only fall into some race.
Activate your facial thirst by releasing your nectal, it is said that it is not
killing to ventilate your ideas.
I have a cotton horse that covers my ears, a
freezer upholstered with rings. An English wool pig that carries my books and a goat that asks me if it is here that such a person lives. Chajal! Don't turn your back on me.
Chajal! What bullet passes through you?