find in the verses of a flaw
matured long insidious plan
parodist Because he , like a hyena / # Barely pochuet smell of decay ,
Hastening too tongue hanging out
So much for the victim , he leaned
to plunge the insidious grasp
Razyat lifeless body ,
Shelf on your case
To nourish the evil target
stole away ghazal
jeer at last
That here , in fact , a scoundrel
And here came in, turned
On both sides , barely warm
A quiet light , and shadow
lay on the shoulders, knees
The slim silhouette of the Virgin
It will take many years
But I swear to the grave
I'll keep this image of the cute
So she revolutions
Head in the direction of my own, beat
heart at the same moment
I pressed her hand to
But at this very moment
In my heart at the beck
magic stick , eh what
Wicked idea arose , wait ,
Self whispered stubbornly
is not found in a cheat
What a bad sound
What a Love bough ,
I which ran "
What a phony voice
little thought , no first-hand ,
'll do everything any small
Self use of goodness
But not , alas , no matter how COPA
How not dreamed , as he tried
The verses flaw not found
and shamed away
I'm sorry , innocent creature
Your error waiting
Forgive my innocent angel
For your peace of disturbed
Write to continue all the joy
And let the sweetness of your creations
pure Nourishes heart
No parodist , a scoundrel