As sure as death and true You're lying here. Painted with the cross And Acacia generally pale moonlight The masked man hoofs have been far Pirates of the post in order to steal a dream for the living God His face is never folds of Dust and depression torture my eyebrow hair I'm knocking the forehead fierce. Thought This is October. All have been good after a good Or even every night to offer condolences cold butterfly dream Yes, at least you have nothing retained You say. At least you know what is what has been Yes, without a laugh is the iron Not even the tears ... ...