You were not born in the brightest oven, Yogo is the closest to the nursery. Christ was born - we pay for honor Love, live and live for those. Joyfully and dearly, The crèche of stitches is not overgrown. Like bliss - mother’s heart is more peaceful: Love, live and live for those. We were born so that we might die for our sin: From the nursery to Golgotha the paths are in color Crimson. And centuries cannot erase it, And we love to yap for those.
