Closure

Rather knor such so, what doest thee into know?

A light ahines upon thee tonight, how doest thee unto gnow

Gnome spirits sprirites glide and abide tha forrest cleverlands and beyond the sreamz of sand

unto the place of clacid frames and demands upon a gorl or boy to dream, refrain, as same as to experience, to hear thy voice beyond the grater unknow unto dreamz as of yet to be sown in greater hopes of what all beyonds lay and inhale one anothers light of sound be beyond the inhale of amothers lungs and funds. To be there with them in that moment, beyond an ashowments rather yet such so unto attonement for the transgressiona unto yet zee dee peoples that have hopeless faith until the release of that wich is truly vetes in thy name and thee honour for a sonar yet unto demar it… to demar what is thia yet tosee bliss for your face in love and grace. May it be, let it be.