Candles od strokes,

And, i have never felt like this before.Can we fix it?Yes we can;Can we sell it?Yes we can;Can we spray it?Yes we can;Like living in the land of painters.Of the blue ports,Of the red ports,Of the white ports,Born in Asia but made in America.To the land of beautiful ladies,To the land of handsomemen,To the land…

But my sweet spices of love are in Villa Louis.

Whose country is this?It is a land full of many waters;Whose country is this?It is a land full of thieves! !Whose country is this?It is a land full of people;Whose country is this?It is a land full of oil;Whose country is this?It is a land full of earthquakes!Whose country is this?it is a land full…

And there you were bathed in the hands of care;But speaking as if with a foreign tongue today,However, the arrogant people afar off have taken over your land today.

And i know what is clean and unclean in this life.

Like the seahs of fine flour according to the time of one’s life.Rest yourselves under this tree in the heat of the day,For Ishmayl was circumcised by Abraham;And the words of the Creator were manifested unto Sarah.