My Friend, Our Time

My father. But I only other name ; my dreamer. The flame was then (within) my burning desire.

My slippers dirty black feet.  My dream catcher ; leave me to be love you the future. Whether or but there are weather permits. My family blowing down the roads Bactrian camel.  Sitting on my back breaking the camel through the eye of the needle.

My, my wisdom teaches for foreign children. Laser eyes try to read. Keep trying because it will become.  Ever more difficult for me and you today has really become. Today. My friend, do we risk to speak about the end? Now here goes the last of the rhyme. The rhythm has change. Are we gonna pray to them. Are we gonna stay awayk forever again?

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