Cozy feeling of hope, the rosy healing that....

Confess of the stars, bless this mess of time......

At some point, we gain the proclivity to work hard.....

Mild winter of wild hinter....

Torn from the world, where I must mourn....

The miraculous cure.....

Calling to the world, brawling like what we.......

Relate to me, the bait of glee......

The compass of purity, rumpus that does not....

Silent night of fear, a diamond that is.....