Know Matter It Sets To Breadth In Regards To Live ~ James Blunt True Flame

If trips were set long ago in ancient of the times of lead to advise the coming bed to be,

as the ample in the writes as the invited steeds that in 'The Continue' we all still breathe the sign,

as the yield of the crop in the real of the life came to in the outer wealth as in itself a bead,

to thread the Ins with Outs that Tell of the Age in Tolling Bells that dime and not to snooze!!

Crimson colours magnitude to the refusals in the Moved around the World not the blocks,

this would prove that course is knot to be worthed for triggers Lot in Wares of held by boot,

since the Real Knight as rode off into the Sunset of the Bell the chimes are twilights to whom??

For no Force will replace that Belt in Actual or even Felt that Game of Cat kill Mouse is more than dealings,

for in the intro. of this Page the sages back to seers kiln that roasts are for the Turkey keyed,

in the lock of sack in put the blinders taken will bite the foot in the trap of welts of stealth,

the still will accept the broom as swept to ash of albatrossed in the egg shelled tins!!

For in the Viking of the Stores the boats prevailing to the doors have not been slammed but burialed,

to the Mounts much like the Cross of which I hold to respect but state in plain I've been befored,

in the that fact all addition laugh to the arrow and the smack that All do this dye of back,

upon the timely of such Sat the Aset says the Hammer Racks to the extracts!!

Negate the Knight for a replace than the trigger just shall Vase into the chisel of the Maul,

for the examples left bye Paul were that Stands do link it Talls to bones beneath the vary brawl.

Site that up to the Roman luck the pits of Gladiators that roughed it to the Spartan in a I told you,

that should particular state excuse for sufficiency is'ed in route than this barrel of obtused,

will fire fly the Serenity in the Negative of the Shrikes as the barn of no stalling,

in the muck of it All's the Raw will just Clam and the grit will accept sands to the Ocean of Next.

As lives have base and I know a trace the worry will not be on my Faced for the smile of crooked mile,

shall mirror reflect that real got debt to the deep of the dungeon let if my eyes loose that Stet,

the steer will abandon the Men will know Tet as the Oblivion of no guide to Regards in Met!!

Carting As She Blows