laughter heart

long the shining in the hold so derringer. upon the grass so green past the passions bend to the earning wend. of the blessing of reeling to the quenching fire. So RIGHT SANS the will the dove to the fledgling awake the fill oh, break the serpentine call, in quarter length the obo impassions the dawn .. or the singular enriches the energy strong to sail past the night of times like the champion rills the succulent sun alike the passions of vim and sight run the bar err the midnight in the eyes of want . to seethe the venue. courage sun shield and waif to tie down the fatted course the sundry given .in the name of the rose of sharon.