In the spurious feeling that perhaps
Generate new fact each day
The death transformed me in a different tone
And what brand really no longer sees.
The dream faded as only
And this rare skill of utopia
Snoring has always been this agony
Leaving behind the wisdom.
I wish at least one time
And I know how much actually try
The express purpose of this hope.
The morbid scenario approaches
And I feel awful and crude climate
While my path will spear.