That which we die for lives as wholly as that which we live for dies.
Next to of course god America i / love you land of the pilgrims and so forth oh
And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again.
since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid
When god decided to invent everything he took one reath bigger than a circustent and everything began
Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.