Don’t Know!

You're my light braided revelation, the butterfly whiz and mutter the words of love.
But time and the trip was my way, and I have my holiday.
He sent me a complaint every hour, every moment to cry them to sleep.
I forgot my endure difficult for you, we were to heal.
In my absence, his shadow chaotic stratosphere unclear how it ruined taking the pulse of love your heart beat.
Old demons life difficult and it has your mind, he took me in your heart, I am in the same bowl to him, and so I nipped in the bud choke.
I did everything I could to you, your happiness my first priority, including myself.
But try as I might I might not have enough protest what happens.
I was excited, and you my broken chains and I fell into oblivion.
Loved ones like me, and me to refrain.
A sunset of gold is in the darkness, those crystals from my heart with more cold.
His hands pathetic were breaking my wing reduction.
I love you; please don `t goes.
But my love, you must choose, you must learn that it is your heart, you must use.
I can don’t deception that for yourself, and then I would calmly break for you to break the silence with the name you say over and over again.
I can only say that I Register.

As I Disappear

In the endless blurry in this allure inattentive that I accept that the cats purely contemplate and the impossibility of my healing and to wait...
If I go as the spring came, I felt hope again for a "new, out of the darkness is due, and that I was to light the shadow, a Hello just outside heartbeat.
Me Away, however, fantasies and desires are gone.
I tried to keep, but no desire to stay with me my wrist slit.
Have you ever thought what's next? Like every time you try to your self threw your return? And spit? And I have and tried to be alive, but the time has come, and I knew that to be true.
If an end despite my beggars in the endless blurry in this inattentive allure success I cats and Fur contemplate suck that I have not bad...
And wait for him when I disappear.
In the evening mysticism, the freezing nights still pleasurable clock every morning when I came back from the dead, the advent of night sleep Hunter blood.
Autumn is the autumn fell on us, and that the days went.
I looked inside.
My friends held hands as we skip fate that we moved.
As the clock winded, as well as I.
I hope before, hello.
I thought the man was back boogie, and nobody can care.
That my blood started to boil, as my desire to end my life to end my pain but I kept on fighting, suffered by the hopelessly beautiful nights.
Miss the Northern Lights Because I was too busy to drown in my tears.
Halloween is a sacred aniline advance, that the hope, but slipped into chaos.
I have the impression dive inconsistent... you get the cold.....
I have the impression dive cut itself ... and I am tired...
In the endless blur in this inattentive allure Wednesday as Memories This time, I would like for like every time I’ll wait... as I did disappear.
Sleep consumes, I feel so fucking deaf, I cannot even breathe, don `t believe that the blood, as it cuts! Not believe my body as it roots.
I believe that I am beaten, unless that what I thought.
But his soul, my harlot of this Carnivore purchased.
Trigger for me a bear tricking me a case of torture.
Coldest days are the night’s can I’ve known, and the nights are dark clothing, it would I’ve worn out.
I’d give my life to get warm.
but the summer is done... and I am torn into the infinite blur In this inattentive allure memories are now dreams I believe in me the darkness of sleep schemes another season, I'm dying as I disappear.

Black Angel Rose

In a world of people, I'm all alone, an angel lost in a world of people, where my people?
I was once, and how happy the same problems and issues, such as you.
But if I supported, which broke my heart and my wings have fallen.
A friend came down, a crow wings.
Reaching for peace, a place where I do not go.
Just as a man, seraphim's dusk.
I was once a man, but now, like an animal, wrapped the commitment I give recommendations and try to exercise restraint.
I look and more, and now it remains to be done, that’s. I'm trying to keep, but I slipped, dropped;
In a world where it is not obvious, in a world where the evil is, and if their times accompanied by evidence there was I lying hopeless.
And in this world is my suffering.
For ever be left behind by my acquaintances.
In the old methods inspire I knew, and in the shade, I will avenge and as the rain falls....
I see why.
In a world where everything I can do is to cry.
I look me in all that’s real, and by his lie, the other reminds me of and surrounded by false happiness, PEOPLE and manipulated, and a world in people, deceiver me.
If people try to kill me, I want is to die but if my heart no longer pumps the reason why I beg be me alive.
People for all that I lost and for all the pain and memories through the gel;
I want to be, they are what in me, but that’s s exactly how they try to kill me, they tell me I can not have this thing that in every time I see my face.
A call from my past, a call from my crazy, but in the end I have one thing that’s true.
A heart that believes a heart interests and even if all laugh, point, and stare.
And all the gangs to me to propose;
But when I touched the ground, it makes a sound, love is nothing, I am a little deeper, even more so, a river of sorrow, where my soul will never go.
So, I sit and look out the window, the world has me again.
I reach for the sky, but the sky has closed its doors to me.
The hatred the sheer lie because everyone in the world that’s good left.
Then on the thorns of the Rose, bite me of the beauty, and the timing of flowering, my blood will be collected.
A blackened heart picks a soul successful.
Tutor to those who sowed the pain.
So I lie down and close your eyes think of a world without me. Hide in the shade until the rain tomorrows.
A little Cry in the silence of pain.
Every friend I help today has more fun the next day.
I have patience, I try to pray.
But when I touch, I have removed.
Now I am awake again, The Black Rose guardian angel yesterday.
In a world prey that’s where I decay, my past stray souls.
And the devil in his I have my freedom...
My love for and gradually with time, I will not and the restoration of demons, to my duty, flood, places of reflection, I can never be.
Protect you dash suffering for what you’ve lived, my attempts, are my eye torture.
When I think that you I see the pain around and the fallen world

Fourth Song

Only the joy, now, here you are,
Diane to hear, and the ease my care;
What my voice whispers,
Sweet reward for the strong pain;
Take me of you, and you in me.
No, no, no, no, my dear, leave.

In the night, all in his robe,
Glistening stars love lead thoughts:
Danger doth also carefully store,
The jealousy that doth sleep;
Take me of you, and you in me.
No, no, no, no, my dear, leave.

The best minds can not find,
Cupid's yoke to lose or to link:
This sweet flower bed too thin,
-- We in the language of their best woo;
Take me of you, and you in me.
No, no, no, no, my dear, leave.

This little light of the moon,
Give your rays, but reveal
So, I come to higher;
Fear nothing else, we can not announce:
Take me of you, and you in me.
No, no, no, no, my dear, leave.

What did you, but a mouse,
Dumb holes sleep, the whole house;
However, sleeping, Methinks they say,
The young people who take the time while you May:
Take me of you, and you in me.
No, no, no, no, my dear, leave.

Niggard time threats, if we miss
The large range of our happiness,
Langer ere he stay the same;
Sweet then, it is that every thing doth framework,
Take me of you, and you in me.
No, no, no, no, my dear, leave.

Her mother has just Abed,
Candles, curtains and dissemination:
They do not believe that you letters to write.
Letter, but let me first of all to the charge:
Take me of you, and you in me.
No, no, no, no, my dear, leave.

Sweet, unfortunately, why seek to you?
Concord better fitted us:
March, the power of hands,
Your energy for your beauty;
Take me of you, and you in me.
No, no, no, no, my dear, leave.

Woe to me and not you swear
Hate me, but I waive
Cursèd all of my fate
This has me so high in autumn:
A short time with my death I ask you.
No, no, no, no, my dear, leave.

Not despair

Not despair you are not the man, and he does not booming,
Who are you that you need, when applied to light?
Are you not a man, and in your heart
If there is no war and thoughts of fear and chip?
Are you not afraid, and also in fear of cruel,
Do not, as usual,
Faint goal, the desire to be loved,
Sticking to a virtuous thoughts moved by the beauty?
Like your wife, you keep your dear children,
Secondly, this does not mean that man is reprehensible, but says they are.
But they are not. It's about your judgment
Presumptuous, false, totally pointless, but only your own
Trustless not aim, outdoors,
Done a philosophy prinked, beautified
In fine dress and in the world
To cope with the worst, it is as if the escape.
Oh know your own heart, the heart, that not all bad,
And in the context of the great judges,
If you need to assess, but sympathy with the life,
Or, you hopeless, the fleeing unrest

Mr Nobody

I know a funny little man,
As quiet as a mouse,
Who is not that bad
In the House of the world!
There is no one never sees his face,
And yet, we are all agreed
What we break one record was broken
By M. Nobody.

It is he still the tears in the books
Who leaves the door
He takes the keys of our booklets,
And scattered Afar-pin;
This squeaking always squeal,
For prithee, you do not see
We leave the oil spill to do
By M. Nobody.

The fingerprints on the door
In none of us are;
We must never allow the curtains unclosed,
To ensure that the curtains.
The inks are we never sense the boots
What makes the rounds lie you see
It is not our boots, they are all
For Mr Nobody.

Bet on all naked

Bet on all naked in his bed,
And I have by throwing;
No headscarf, but the curtains of the spread,
No, but I cover:
Her head looks on the shoulders
Hang in Weisberg negligence,
And many of his reddening cheeks,
And wishes were his eyes.

Her blood is still fresh in his face,
As a message to come
To explain that in another place
This meant another game;
Her cherry lips moist, plump and straight,
Millions of kissing crown,
Those ready and unstopped dangle,
And the branches weighed.

Her chest, so that welled plump and high-quality
Bred pleasant pain in me,
For all the world I do not challenge
How fortunate;
Her thighs and abdomen, soft and straight,
For me only:
To have seen such a meat, and not to eat
Had malcontent entirely of stone.

Poser his knees up slightly,
And all the laity to hollow,
Like so on the terms, it means that they
To separates not forced;
It is sufficient that the Queen does not lie Cyprien,
Expecting in his Bower;
To stay too long had held the boy
After his time promised.

"Clown in color," quote she, "why you retard
such offers happiness?
You can no other way
Similarities to do? “
Mad, I thunder
Start on my arms,
but the smallpox upon was but a dream.
And if I without them.

Cancel, Repeat, ignore?

Once on a midnight dreary, fingers and bleary narrow vision,
Manuals on the stacked and the waste of paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bed linen, I still sit here to work sheets.
After reaching the bottom line, I took a disk from the tray
I then called the command SAVE and expects the hard disk,
It is the only and nothing more.

Deep in the monitor peering, long I sat there wondering, fear
doubting, while the disk kept sterile, turns a little more out.
But the rest was intact, and the rest are no symbolic significance.
"Save!" I said, "You mother cursed! Save my data!"
One thing that Luminophore answer, and only in that no longer
Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

Was it an illusion, mysterious, some Manic intrusion?
These elections are side effects, which I never had problems before.
I carefully weighed, that the election of the hard disk makes noises playful.
The cursor flashes, stubborn, to start the guy has me a little.
It is clear that I have a button to press an election and no longer,
"Cancel, Repeat, ignore?"

With the fingers pale and trembling, slowly at the keyboard, bending --
Longing for a happy end, in the hope that all would be back,
Praying for a certain guarantee, shy, I did press a button.
But on the screen, which is still the words are as before.
Épouvantable damage they disappear and taunted, have been obsessed, as my patience,
To say, "Cancel, Repeat, ignore?"

I tried the chips wanted and stressed again, but twice as strong.
I was cursed with the machine, I beg the tears from her body, and then I swore.
Now, in desperation powerful and try to make the chance of combinations,
nevertheless, it came the incantation formula, as senseless as before.
The blinking cursor, anger, winking, blinking as nonsense.
Reading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

There I sat, desperate, exhausted by my own machine accosted.
Getting Up, I turned away and the rhythm of the floor.
And then I saw a terrible sight zipper made a cut through the night.
A glimpse of the horrors about me, me to my heart.
The lightning zapped my previous data is lost, and forever.
Not once, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

Until now, I do not know the location where the loss of data on the website.
As far as we are demonic world shaped bottom, where loss of data stored,
Beyond the reach of mortal souls, on the airwaves, black holes?
But make sure that the C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and more
You're one day be left to stray, lost to certain Plutonian shore,
Relying on "Cancel, Repeat, ignore?"

In a time of darkness

In a dark time the eye begins
I have my shadow in the deepening shadow;
I hear my echo echo in wood
A Lord of the natural wine to a tree.
I live between the heron and the roitelet,
Animals on the hills and the snakes of the cave.

What is madness, but the nobility of the soul
Across the fact? The day in flames!
I know that the purity of pure despair,
My shadow stuck against a wall to sweat.
The space between the rocks is a cave,
Or way? The edge is what I have.

A storm regular correspondence!
A night with birds, which flows, a moon in shreds,
And in large and twelve days, come again!
A man is good to know what it is --
Even death in a long night tearless,
All forms of natural light illuminating nature.

The nightfall, my light dark, dark, and my wish.
My soul, like a little heat-maddened stolen,
Allows the totals of the threshold. What I am I?
A man, I fell from my fear.
The spirit of itself, and the Spirit of God,
And one is free in the turmoil of the wind.

The child death

He could not die, if the trees were green,
Indeed, he loved the time.
His small hands, when flowers were seen
Web cam for Bluebell,
as it was o'er Greens.

His gaze who knows little about-nosed bee;
He knew that these children spring:
When he was good and the lea
He held one of his hands to sing,
what is his heart filled with glee.

Young children, children of the source!
How can a child die
if butterflies are on the wing,
Green Grass, and such a sky?
How can it die in the spring?

He kept his hands to the white daisy,
and then blue violet,
and it all night in bed
The fact that in green areas grew,
How sweet it childhood pleasure.

And then he just closes its eyes,
and the flowers of reference;
of the esters of birds and eggs does not cause surprise,
He received no flowers;
they met with sighs plaintiffs.

When winter came and blasts have sighed,
And bald was purely and tree,
Given the ease to lie in bed,
His soul seemed with the free software,
He died too silent.

"Fog"

Night's back before last dream awake,
Holding the dissolution of hands,
What is not a line of older citizens,
But pair of headlamps morning was delayed.

It was when the tears when the wet sheets,
And he continued to medicines
In the steam was the presence of the ocean, mind
From deep water and salt bite.

Here you can find your body,
The hand in front of the face and the face that it touches
Floating eyes, the feet on the ground invisible,
Blur, as in another skin.

Published in any case, because it was morning,
To taste, touch, blind hardness
As the ruins of marble, rock and edges,
Shaver in goose down, couches "achievements of the fist.



Suddenly, it seems, on the waves,
Transmute hanging mineral money,
Before the eyes in the curve metals
This intrusion into the soup lather Queen Anne's Lace.

In a big nothing, a theology.
On the amorphous, an institution edgeless
Or a hunting as a mass of Krause
This rush to the bottom of the sand, put the hunger.

I remember a gang of friends
Courses of a bank of fog along the beach attack.
Seal-black, hot sun
That would be something to eat, they run a laugh.

The fog has arrived. And they were beautiful,
The three boys and a girl, nor in their combination,
And the dissolution of the overrun,
Your stridency, full of faith, always be heard.



Every morning you can breed in a dove like.
The fog itself satisfied with overwhelming
The meager Tau, the watering of doors
0f snails, clams in the wind, and more.

And then almost twelve there was a concentration
As if the sky is trying to smooth a word
-- Or to remember that the right to
Where he is in an area not known.

And knew. Power and Light. Wide Awake.

Magic

We have Booth by old farmer on the spot.
Robust and it was right, his body steel
With tenacity and age. We have our eyes
Flinched who never shot or compromise,
And "opportunity", he cried, "good luck!" And a sign, arms,
Knotted boat and how, how, for example, farm
In each of Maine was able to boast, and the difference
He turned back on the amount of his new hair cut hay. . .
It was a pleasant, to curve
He has once more demonstrated now works in the late
At a big way to its eighty years
As the flags in the wind lifted thunder.

Then we have suddenly taken off the road
Cup village, the one with the commander
Looking from the river. And we Strode
Faster now on the long pier which has shown
If the fragile boats were kept Indian Landing.
In the dinghy, we strengthened our paddle hardened
The decline in leisure, and the thin bark glided
Information on the water. Well then
We turned the nose curling against the current,
Feeling the rise of the river half a deterrent
Pull out the range that we turned the blade
In order not swerving rounds, while we delayed
To the curious wavelength eaten locks;
Or pass, with lazy, alternately, picnic rocks ....
Blue eels flew among us, and the fish dieted
A thousand possibilities, the great chain, once declined.
And about the wise and noble heart
Twilight tilted downwards, the sunset, fog were separated --
And we, with reflections on tiptoe, slunk
Down the green, the rotation of the streets Kennebunk,

Property in meadows
The trees, rocks, the cows. . .
And quiet drips from the shadows
As the heavy rain parts.

The tree toads are ringing
The constant bells money;
A country without a breeze came coast swing
His country incense boiler odors.

The Little River Canyon
Ausdehnend in dark areas;
Like a dark and silent companion
Evening was held in his hand.

Maire the twilight bravadoes;
For lunch, cut a scream --
And quietly slipped the shadow
In gliding stars from the sky. . .

It must be one hour longer, or later,
If the stagnation again through the forest Piney,
We thought that the years fly back, fraternity
The forests We had and we have seen the satyre!
There is a swimming pool, until her neck, when he returned
And to see smile we look infidels --
To surprise, not to forget the fear or theft.
Feeling the threat in the night tricky,
We have turned, if the execution is here, he called to us!
With our behalf much he called it. We have made
With squealing the courage to Avenue
From birches, until we have seen, the compensation,
(Not by a more sensitive, light green light)
Familiar curves and shrubs, user-friendly way --
And Farmer Booth by wood in his bath!
The wood is on his background, every tree
Resemblant part of it, and was created, and the release of
The beauty of this serenity Theodosius;
The power of the silence of age, the smiles and squared
His shoulders against the clock. . . And in the same night
Free in and out of it, as if the contents
With such a native element;
frosh, a spirit completely
Like the old, as well as Placid and confident. . .
Sideways we shot. More and shiny and unclad
He made a leap in the bank, the light like a boy,
His body drops in the moonlight stars. . .

We went back in through the pasture bars.

Here I'am Waiting

I am the waiting list for my case to come to
and I'm in the queue
for a revival of wonder
and I am one of the waiting list for
to really discover America
and Wail
and I'm in the queue
for the discovery
a new frontier of the Western symbolic

and I'm in the queue
American Eagle
really to spread its wings
and again and fly
and I'm in the queue
for the age of anxiety
up dead
and I'm in the queue
that the war be fought
, A safer world
for anarchy
and I'm in the queue
for the last withering away
all governments,
and I am still in the queue
a revival of wonder

I am waiting list for the second coming
and I'm in the queue
for a religious renewal
Scan through the Arizona State
and I'm in the queue
Grapes for the wrath of the store
and I'm in the queue
demonstrate
God is really that U.S. --
and I'm in the queue
to see God on television
Church leadership on the altars
if only they can find
the right channel
to listen to
and I'm in the queue
for the Last Supper to be served again
with a new and strange drinks
and I am still in the queue
a revival of wonder

I am the waiting list for my phone number
and I'm in the queue
for the army to take the Hello is
and I'm in the queue
for the mild blessed
and inherit the earth
Without taxes
and I'm in the queue
for the forest and the animals
returned to the earth than its
and I'm in the queue
for a way to evolve
destroy all nationalisms
person without killing
and I'm in the queue
for linnets and planets to fall like the rain
and I am waiting list for the lovers and weepers
Sleeping together again
in a new renaissance of wonder

I am waiting list for the Great Divide to overcome
and I am impatiently waiting
To learn the secrets of eternal life to discover
by an obscure family doctor
and I'm in the queue
for the storms of life
more
and I'm in the queue
, The course to happiness
and I'm in the queue
for a new Mayflower
to reach America
with its history and the image of TV rights
sold in advance for the autochthonous
and I'm in the queue
the loss of music for his new
in the lost continent
in a new renaissance of wonder

I am the waiting list for the day
market that all things clearly
and I am in anticipation of revenge
for what America has
Tom Sawyer
and I'm in the queue
for Alice in Wonderland
for forwarding to me
his dream of total innocence
and I'm in the queue
Childe Roland for future
The last round of the darker
and I'm in the queue
for Aphrodite
grow live arms
At the end of a conference on disarmament
in a new renaissance of wonder

I'm in the queue
for some intimations
immortality
recollecting from my early childhood
and I'm in the queue
Tomorrow, on the Green to come back
Silent films small green fields come back again
and I'm in the queue
for certain stem cells do not intentionally art
to operate, my typewriter
and I am responsible for the letter
the great poem indelible
and I'm in the queue
Enthusiasm for the last negligence too long
and I am still in the queue
for lovers of escape to the Grecian Urn
the other, over the past
and adopt
and I'm in the queue
over and over
a revival of wonder

I'm Alone

Ah! that is why the Church site on this page
Poor lorn a little. errant Dost Thou?
Thy slightly undulating, but hide the locks
The tears that your blue eyes dim-ray;
And so you complain and moan,
And cry, you're alone?

You will not be left alone, poor boy,
The traveler stops to hear your story;
No heart, as hard as you chew!
Indeed, if your mother is played by the pale
And among the height at the grave stone,
You are not, Urchin, left alone.

I know you well! your hair yellow
Silky In many cases I have seen:
Your face and dimpled fresh and fair,
Roguish your smile, your mischievous preliminary figures
When all to me, a poor orphan, is known,
Ere Fate had left you alone!

Thy russet fur scans, and back-and-messengering,
Your pale cheek is now deadly!
Your eyes are dark, your looks forlorn,
And your topless conforms to the Galleries;
And I hear you groan often deeply,
Whether you, poor boy, left alone art.

Thy painfully bare feet are injured
With thorns, the crossroads of streets of your newspaper;
The winds of winter for you shout,
The church yard is your home dark;
Your pillows now a tombstone cold --
And you truelove's mourning alone!

The rain has drenched you, throughout the night;
Frost nipping your breasts frozen;
And after as before, shadows under the ifs,
I have heard your woes sigh artless;
I have heard of you, until the star has shone day
In the darkness and cry cry alone!

Often, I saw you, boy,
After your stepmother knee;
Indeed, whether they lived, you value their joy,
Although now you must be mourner!
For it is weak, where the stone Ie serious
Announce that you are left alone.

Wines, not crying, there on the hill
The bells ring gay village;
The funny reeds and brawling Rill
Call sport rustic away from you.
So why moan and groan and cry,
A crowd of only truant?

"I can not climb the green hills,
I can not keep pace Highlands mead;
I can not participate in the valley
To hear strange retentiveness technique:
For all remains under Ice stone,
Where is my poor mother left alone!

"I can not pick flowers Seeing
Dress hard on the scene revels
I can not spend the evening
Among the noisy crowd of village;
For alone and in darkness
My mother sleeps under Ice stone.

"You see, like the stars beginning to shine,
The dog-sheep cloche's time;
The night-fly "buzzing the beam moon
Peeps-through the trees if "shady line:
It falls on the white stone,
Where is my dear mother sleeps alone.

"O stay does not myself, because I must go,
Upland The path to tread in haste;
For them grow pale primroses,
They thrive on the dress my mother's bed.
You have to peep before the time of day, strewn,
Wherever they read all the formation of mold alone.

"My father o'er the sea storm
In distant countries were taken into city,
And my mother stayed still with me,
And toiled crying night and day.
And I will never be an end of the stone
Where is the one she left for sleep.

"My father died, and again, I found
My mother loves and friendly to me;
I felt with the removal of the breast links
When I first caused to the knee --
And then my child loud bang,
And no reflection on the tombstone of IE.

"No longer gentle voice, I hear,
No smile to see their preference;
So I wonder not break the scales
She died would have to follow me!
And she still sleeps under Ice stone,
And I live alone to cry.

"Your mischievous child, he liked her,
Senior Cliff what Ive seen;
I heard the sound of tinkling bell far,
What are the seemed of aid in vain to call --
I have heard the end of the suffering innocent groan,
Grieved and he was left alone.

"Our faithful dog crazy grew up and died,
The Lightning smote Our holiday house down --
We did not have a resting place beside,
And knew that we should not go:
Indeed, we were poor and the hearts of stone
If ever palpitate in misery's groan.

"My mother has survived, nor for me,
She me concentrate on the front mountain
You watched me, while there tree
I sat, and the branch webfeet oozier;
And she wept often, not afraid, myself!
You should not, young to be left alone. "

"The blast furnace was blowing strong, the torrent Rose
And brought our children shattered reads:
And where the clear stream flows rapidly,
On the lawn at the dawn of day,
If the sun seemed full of light shine,
I wandered, friendless and alone! "

You're not the case, a young, I saw
Thy tiny traces of pressure dew,
And while the morning sky herein
Spread o'er the hill a yellow hue,
I heard your sad and plaintive groan,
In addition to the Stone Cold sepulchral.

And if summer time noontide
In sweltering rays of the campaign to disseminate
I marked, weaving fragrant flowers
To make your bed bridge mother silent!
Even in the stone church site is simple
Value you ill Urchin left alone.

Jae ate followed along the valley,
And the forest shadowy Way:
I heard your sad story
How slowly sunk star du jour:
In addition, glittering light, if it is stolen
From a value of all immigrants alone.

"O! Yes, I was! East, and yet
A hiker, sadness and forlorn;
Indeed, what everyone else for me --
What are the dews and buds of tomorrow?
As she left me sad that alone
In the darkness sleeps under Ice stone!

N''Lame brother fall for me,
Indeed, I never knew no brother;
Not to share the fate of my friend cry,
For friends are rare and only a few tears;
No, I can see, save yourself in this stone,
Where I'm going to stay and cry alone.

"My father never return,
It lies below sea level-green wave
I have no relationship by mourning
When I hidden in the tomb there:
Not on a dress with flowers stone!
So, certainly, I am left alone!