I
Job sniffs her smelly sneakers, going numb;
Job rechristened his sons & daughters;
I started having a full *** life and read the depths
where everything is a random sign and weight.
Grass and sun spots are so hot, I love to apologize,
but I also love you, I love my soul, but it
was my soul created you. Like a newsletter? T ???

II
However, So Job began to whisper in her small
ears; this story grew into our thinking and mood
in the spirit of emotional talk in the nineteenth
century, dated the German language. I had
an inner lover but the apologetic grass was very
wet, the sun very hot, but my life was bad. I do
not know, I do not know, and you say, "I will
not tell you". Love is there, but I feel the grass
is very wet, So Job walked off into the wilderness;
but my soul lives on. I do not know, I do not know,
but you say, "I will not tell you". I love you that
I love you but love fell like our love is dead.

III
Do you want to rest, but is that enough?
I love you a lot, but love is poisonous,
and only dangerous because I am happy
to express it, but your love is true, my love
is always right. Go secretly,                                               as you do not know,
Jo lit his match, she began walking secretly
through shadows; like a clean piece,
I break up in a broken trench coat
                                   that does not seem like a racer.
                             But I do not know why I love you;
                           because of this pain but I want to be shy and out of our mind
but you have to keep what we have, is that enough?

IV
I love you a lot. Even though your love
is poisonous and dangerous, precisely because
I love you a lot, I love you a lot, but your love
is true. I do not know you because I love you
for some reason and I do not tell you but I love to tell you
about the safety forecast, but are you pondering us?
I love you a lot. Your love is poisonous
and dangerous, and I cannot imagine you
very much, your feeling is true, your rejection
on the road, and my love is true. I do not
throw a knife, bear in the jars, a soft box.
I started to love and I was not as deep as I could be.
The grass is wet ...