Hello how are you my friend by AnnWood
Hello, how are you a friend,How, do you do it well, still
The wind is chasing a beach, say.
Hello, drive it somehow,
I'm even driving it great, my life
- windmill a moment after the crush days.
Pour a cup of old wine, old friend of mine,
Take your hand and give it up - the evil forgets.
We are actors in the theater, theater is good,
A bit bad, a chubby string is the soul every night.
We are actors in the theater,
Theater good, but a little bad,
The chord is the soul every night.
Hello, how are you a friend, how, okay
Do you drive it, do you still see in
Sleep your city, tell me.
Hello, drive it somehow,
Even great drive,
I cross foreign squares
And I seek you, I seek you.
Alas, that's the way
Old friend of mine,
Take your hand and go on
- the evil forgets.
If that night is so gentle
- Gentle and good will be the day to
We take our way in two directions.
If that night is so gentle
- Gentle and good will be the day to
We take our way in two directions.
Your way, your way.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-06-06 at 21:50
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