I would leave it if I could croped my ropes and wires,
I will set on my camel and I'll drive and I'll fill drive.
I believe in my heavens and I wish to arrive.
And moved across a hundreds of boundaries and states,
and got of the top of mountains, and sailed across five seas,
I will come to my target, but I will late.
And only beatiful music and kindly breeze.
And I chook my nose in a bush of roses,
I have lost my sword and I have lost my warhorse.
and let's tell me stories, dear Burroughs,
and let's song me songs, dear Berlioz.