the mixture

I wish that the mixture that had not grown And if what was of your love had not been It is better for the eyes to bleed, eye, You cried because of a good sight The best patience is only when there is a group of Between him I was made…

The walk of the mixture, when they quit, It was a help to tears until it was spent And the nuclei are a plan of eternity that cannot be undone adored by love, wear out So say, in a lofty way, the blame is mine overgrowth, if you don't say…