*** Maybe this is the rule ...................

*** Maybe this is the rule ...................

 We think it's all true,

 Who knows how!

 I want to decorate like myself

 The real everyone is like themselves.

 I keep my mind in my own size.

 I mean, as I understand it.

 The smell behind is dry;

 Still find the road to Furobar.

 Floats, many days.

 The condition is not alive here.

 The theory of glare itself

 Unknowingly writing falsely.

 Regret comes by mistake,

 Read the same class again.

 As you grow older,

 To run out a little.

 We'll still find out,

 Leaving the scene and disappearing.

 I will proceed in the dark

 The existence of applause.

 That's the way it is

 Arranges false tables.

 Destiny, with seats!

 We are idiots today.