Summers End To Cool Breeze

JESMIAUS

the land is vast the land is wide the man has cast squinted eyed into a new fun ride we all want a fun ride before we die summers end to cool breeze this and that but these souls are flat in flames we are somebody called it the end somebody called it the end the moon is in full brim light the land rested simmering side of sleeping infancy a true potion one relevant to his mastery in his solution brings happiness brings joy to the sheep we can count can we count on you can we count on you to call it something to call it something else to call it on your own because these bones that stood to in flames we are somebody called it the end somebody called it the end somebody called it the end