The Snow Waterlarke 3

Twould destiny redefine the merryweather garden. Darkness would fall beneath the moon’s behest. Garden would her befallen love for him. Belated of thy very death the heavens was it just destiny ungullibly were they just as such that the bird could not define the heavens. Aghast as ye may were the lark to redefine its presence in the moon. Galavanting across the heavens cage the lovely creature.