I landed a star to write, and not enough

I landed a star to write, and not enough
You may call someone who answers and they are happy
Our grocery is better than him and my Lord
No, and to whom I came to speak to me in Browood, he says, so can a world of a West come to pass. May God have doubt in it, or Morocco, and the whole world
I swear to God a garbage dump and the same thing is the palace of clouds