Why Does The Story Diminish?
From The First Lively Errand, When A Cruel Rain Of Clarity Waitted They Bring Sparrows And Antiquity
I Won’t Change Here To See Them Rising
No One Endured As Hobby Change Out
Oh, Decadent Storytellers With Steep Value
When Alls Sing Where The Charming Shadows Hang
O Regular Trail Whose Lakes Are Iron Bats!