SHAIR SAP.

Moving slowly in the gentle breeze air,
Crafted by mana tree over there,, 
I love this city,
On a moonlit lair,
I don't know where 
I don't know where 
If the soft kiss is there,
Rolling leaves scatter the places theives once reigned
Loved by rejection ,loved by election 
As the gentle wind touches their hair,
Allow the light to transform and transpair 
Walking by the sea on an evening for she
He is the one who see the magpie run,
Silver and Gold WoW Silver and Gold,
Pockets lined sockl by delivery of the bold,, 
I relaxed as I fair compared new and the old
Have we relinquished Silver and Gold to the hoes over their dancing with coolens everywhere,
I hear Voices is it my man or their hey lidle king have you sent her square ,
I smile as I low to the corn of my chair buckled black with sight of her back ,
The night turned up to the music a far fairer here idle king ,we got mercy over here,, have sap of this my friend, as we relieve our quench, there dancing, toes tapping,, sapping this vare,, I love this city,her bornarai fair brown a shalant low with you my dearest,
Let's go to the ball and move amongst them there come singi singi come we dare sum I repair,I soon let,foot to da cry oer there ,party dum start of the law of love o care, we go now my friend and get morry a pare I love this city to dance a rear gare.

Classical Ambreath