I always love music all the time that the word you post is really good
The end of the year is yours
I sent a rose
Rosemary
Pick up all the thorns.
Keep it aside as long as possible
Three hundred pages of dirty folds,
You left the day
The newest decoration of the limbs.
The day the new year will come
Pick up the pumps,
With all your heart
Ikhekotha birth!
While busy busy
A lot of retirement,
Like me like this
Not to be selfish!
Make the air of words rise
The fall sing,
I'll make time
Build your own dream.