He may go where he will and his cat will be there. Oh, he owns a treasure which nobody steals. For they talk and they walk and they run and they play,
And they have their deep secrets for many a day.
‘O I am weary!’ she sighed. Oh please. Lets tal; about happy things for once. Let us each other, let us go further. it all started with that tree. Who shall say it? Who may know it. Let me tell you a fairy tale. A little gate my book can be. There was once a girl. To try each tasty rhyme. And you know what? She fell in love.
Every now and then she found out she was wrong, and then she treated herself to a week of passionate humility. She was buried in the brown soil. Fairy tales, aren’t true, fairy tales aren’t true.
but in my opinion, it is true. They just won’t leave my head, before I go to bed.
We stood a moment so in a strange world.
