Cobbled to your trail
Bevel through the speech
In the harbors I was hanging on
Cradled wrought and weak
Hardly aching for your drum
I'll be able when you're air born
Peddle all the marble
Tell them all be missing me
Fought from the mainstay
Unhung from a halter
I am back from Baltic (now) it's been raining
Now I'm having
You are haven, dear
Pond in north face eyes
Center's sable
Just like cinders in a prairie fire
Pave in the broad
charring up the tall trees mawed'em
Well it's maple for their deputy
Got another novel
And I'd wash it down ravines
You're my main in
How that you have altered
Sure is to some fine degree
It's not careening
I am having
You
are haven, dear