Pale Tan Before After

White

Heaven.
Heaven.
He meets a lot.
In spring the trees
of months giggle abode.
Hey I shall die.

Hey I shall die under the branches, sleeping
end mills
for girls,
fondling
braids.

Hey, I shall die of distance,

of youth and strength,
the pots full of wine,
for pitchers,

to drink,
to laugh, to sing
across the fields,
all of the sun in the mouth
ispolivan.

To wait for me in front of the house,
to untie the hands of mature,
eyes to the dawn
ill.

She had been ill while drinking
to laugh to disease.

Hey, if I had a series aprile
you meet.
Hey, to me that the foolish, and
Locusts in full bloom.
Hey, if I was topless,
with a shirt torn.

Hey, if I had to kiss
weak to Ropac,
strong to cry, when
noted healthy teeth
harmonics.

Hey, if I had the proledju
million in hot colors.

Hey boss I shall die by the flowers
razboleću himself.
Hey girl my soul.