The eyes of ayes
Taste the root great favours
It blows up the heart of naives
The traditions of the heaven
Make this world to a kingdom of tits.
Where is the magnified glass to see tots.
Give me the praises of prayers bits
Through tears and drops in jolly joys
The roles of royality roll away the rites.
The eyes of my lovers taste ayes
This my heaven in heavy hits
Who is in soups of hidened hills?
We are kidded in treasures.












