Fairy tale
Bunnola I was born in the forest
So it is not so
Sorted garden
Laughing in nature
Have been big
I'm not parrot
Very small ..
So there is no locality
Come to visit
Mali's jotney forehead
love ...
The forest is my only
Movement
All the sticks in the absence of being absent. ...
When somebody needs me
Come on, get out of this forest.
Dragged from the ground
Put on chest
Cut the roots
Liability to live ....
Lose yourself to kill me
I do not have any life ....