The god-stained tree claims trust in gardens humans once grew at dawn to gloom. Beauty like that is made for us to make, shame for trying to stop these things. To have wealth in such full hands rise now with a chance with Lead White. Those fingers infringe yourself, your sight is lost like your mind when Lilies live. Bleeding Hearts make my heart yearn for more and have me search for Pink. “Eureka, with Cobalt we have it!” With hearts bled, with skin red, souls rest. The ladies with Vermillion on lips seem to stain Peonies on skin. Those Reds give exams to the ladies, they will fail due to death’s answer. My dear, to receive that Geum's radiance we must push, we must laugh. Once our hair flies away when Orange U flows through the people, we’ll weep. The walls! What about them? The Lydias excite them, it’s a must. When you’re done, the echo of Naple will wake you for Yellow on walls. Scheele, like me, is a genius! Even like Bells of Ireland find envy. Is envy now like laughter? Even the general fell to Green! Scheele’s silly. We have a choice to make the Bluestars of the night with Cobalt. For looking we need air, we need lungs, look at life before the heavens. Malaria! Perkin found the Mauve to help and fight, it's not bad. Really? It is the worst, the Purple is cash, not the Cosmos in fields. These gardens of plastic with trees, lie to plague us with panging. Give that plastic for making, the Mother of Nature will bless you.

The god-marked tree demands trust in gardens humans once grew from morning to night. Such beauty is ours to make, it's a shame to try to stop these things. To have wealth in full hands, rise now with a chance using Lead White. Those fingers violate yourself, your sight is lost like your mind when Lilies live. Bleeding Hearts make my heart long for more and lead me to search for Pink. "Eureka, with Cobalt we have it!" With hearts bled, with skin red, souls find rest. The women with Vermillion on their lips seem to stain Peonies on their skin. Those Reds test the women, they will fail because of death's answer. My dear, to get that Geum's glow we must push, we must laugh. Once our hair flies away when Orange U flows through the people, we will cry. The walls! What about them? The Lydias excite them, it's necessary. When you're done, the echo of Naples will wake you for Yellow on walls. Scheele, like me, is a genius! Even like Bells of Ireland, they find envy. Is envy now like laughter? Even the general fell to Green! Scheele is silly. We have a choice to make the Bluestars of the night with Cobalt. To look, we need air, we need lungs, look at life before the heavens. Malaria! Perkin found Mauve to help and fight, it's not bad. Really? It's the worst, the Purple is money, not the Cosmos in fields. These plastic gardens with trees lie to plague us with pain. Use that plastic for making, and the Mother of Nature will bless you.