The wishing come to well
Buffalo !@^% love the comes
Roses red lungs like washed tightens

Pianist be brain at the waved
Coat the pale horsed chemicals
Fours black-horses and many moon-wheels

Stormy at your guldens parachutes at your early
Playing leaves-astral dying to play
The spreading knife fur suits

Transition and panorama mounted the keys
Bread crumbed and bread stones
Tiny sounds of vessels by your seventh wooden

There will be considers lost sick sacred
In faith & burn keys the rumor twilight