Heysha

What is there in probate, that makes you weep, care what toll it takes, makes you ask why, what fashions that belief, you can't shake the sky, factions here approximate, take your shy Tweets, as license to fornicate, anyone can make you cry, they all act so cheap, a few pennies on the side, your forbidden gains, counting even in their sleep, they leave you nothing, don't bleat, shout, berate, swoon before the Brief, remember just how to create, that explosive streak.