purest poetry sung next to my little abacateiro i love you small plant who will one day be so big, the first plant i planted which actually grew..
you feel me
away far too empty oh so alone
i want to go home
oh find inside of a nocturne the blonde
how i love you to be by my side
they wail
the crowd on her side
she straggled the bridge by the water
she misses her crawl
far ley grew heady aside in a dell
inside an eye be the lonely one my bride
how i leave on the waddling wheel
they flail
a gasp shringing, bad bells ringing
the angel - the daughter
