The snow on road
Sun above
A little synth
The shifts we work
Another letter of bill
The strong aura of crisp rises
The long taste for strings
Plays of the people from Lazarus
Hands thrown higher
A fortune of coupe drives forth
Tempting horns
Bleating sheep
Howling three words
Penny-wise, a dim-wit move
Wise spending again
A voluptuous laughter
Crying pain, mocking sound
A little sugar, please