Carnal Apple' Burning Woman, Moon Is Filled

Dear, friend Pablo at your knowledge of our country no regrets. Though in secret when we met we were at peace the rest are not some would suggest war is harmony. Below my knees I kneel upon them you sleep deep. Upon your eyes two quaters gaze. Robbers they would come to steal. If they were gold. All would see my friend repose marble busts on such friedship grows. They come seeking me our private dreams that all would dream, how could you know. Such magnificence men are made from such a dream of course acclamation dying love on days like this I look inside. The woman that we loved a lot has moved away away to closer shores. My friend Pablo I must go away very far away. I said goodbye remember what you have. carnal Apple, woman burns and moon is filled.