two
The sky is like an old staircase
The sun is a fixed wound and when you
When it is relative to me
I am modified as a alarm clock
Be strange
Fives
You use the wooden eyeball to show me
Your hands and wooden tables are connected together and hard
Your voice is solidified in the air -
They are old and falling off
six
Contrained with me
It is the goat with only dry Baba and I
Exactly
The song on the ground is flowing in the four walls of climbing
Participate in the funeral
I am one person
