It is not at all saying. I don't know why do, imagine me loughing it out. 　
See we walking the street, then catch and let it of us. As heavenly fine me. 　
I call on float out, it's a style smileal dream. 　
Now you know? 　There are scenes than lie. I repeat it my soul. What a singing a practing now. 　
Gently touching at treat, coming hamming from the sky. Caught be full me feeling like? 　
I've geten it so closed too loughing scene with everything. 　Going a sunrise, 　
Sunday morning and light, it has come, I'm looking high. 　Taking a rough and sweet, 　
Vanish glowlyous and light, it has come, I'm going to try for her sight now. 　　
Just on a page of life in my story, sweet and bright.