Dark tar, brilliant tar, it is the hardest stuff that you can discover on earth. However there are numerous ways that you can separate it, simply search for the wretchedness before you mention to me what it is worth. Think that its anyplace, under a stone, underneath a rock, in the yard, out and about With bowls of red zest, cinnamon and harps in their grasp kind pixies will give a valiant effort to give you your kicks furthermore, sing for you, let them meander aimlessly as they wander, prattle, waffle and wheeze. However it is the miserable melodies that may acquire a tear superb sleep, rest time, incense consuming, despairing contemplations with significant pictures meandering before a hallowed huge fire into the backwoods, quite profound!
Yet, what is the reason, some of the time it is so hard to tell in light of the fact that the window may frequently be impenetrable to the monster, the blackguard, the terrifying alarm yet you can be certain that it has an effect surely there is no motivation to accept there might be any uncertainty But allowed it to rest and remain with you as you rest for under the layers of thought there is disarray, disturbance, clamor, ruins, jumble, showing off, bewilderment perplexity
In any case, some time or another it will all turn out in different shapes and structures for there are pips also, seeds, lethargic parts simply holding back to be had backflow incense cones. In the end it will be the rhyme and the refrain, the effortlessness, the nuance, the pleasantness in which she will offer her childhood as there are such countless alluring freedoms to sit underneath a flawless tree and consider the throbbing musicality of a large group of sparkling stars So let it fall the way that it ought to, at best a mild breeze will take it over moon bars and shadows, glaring on a caterpillar of the evening.
The incense may shake yet it will generally stay consistent with what has been said, the blessed signs are permanent, suffering in void hearts and in different explanations across the dirt. It is a fleeting cycle, the marriage of music, extensive exertion and an illusion of choking out words however every scene appears to reestablish strength and soul to an exhausted head, battling for unclear ideas of an unrepentant passing, exotic nature from the tissue of a rootless bird looking for empty grub in a land that never giggles, nectarines with sugar in a shrub, shiny hair, smooth moan, candle climb, peach, plum, berry, rum, picture, joy, peak, come, the huge O, ostrich air, fine silk, carefree, tragic looks, dark records, puzzle, puzzler, problem, persona, mystery, fake, lime, terrible ducks, milk and nectar