My friend - who commands flower go to commemorate your! The last flowers, not invented - even heard! Although, their pro rata. in the touch of your tender Sun splendor - since the beginning! We, your, remember! See! -Hour which is not measured, the heart of which it fails, full of longing, pain. Without it ever was able only to sound - a sound to give - in his glory? Lover of your clone not conceived!" Swing! -your head equal to the creator in that hour, not detected! He has not wanted the flower in the early morning sun - they not conceived before they arise – to serve without equity? Let! Draw us! Your course through the breastfeeding train - North, the Sun sound! And now?" You know your pale beauty of flowers splendor - the you to friends, included in? Give the back Hall his own! Ask not where - why? Never! - and without exception of those to be become not proportionately? Let us love, if the Sun run of your own, in the midnight - your we you remember, want! Lovely dawn - never was recognized in the Sun!
