What a cool chic indeed you are girl
To finally mention the dance...

Ah, ain’t them amusing, these minions from the...
Did the sorcerer doth think this Lady will die in...

Hoofs swiftly racing, a carriage now approaching
The coachman drenched in beard...

Your presence consumed
The love I have gently weaned...

The cranes bright in white
Are here when the fields are full...

If sorry always
Is acceptable, police...

One move to the right
The hands of the old clock ticked...

You breathe next to me
Eyes closed, innocent they are...

Funny, isn’t it?
The questions I long to answer...

War is a commodity, by which we live
A product we all produce and sell...

There is absolutely no explanation
To an attraction that suddenly cages the heart...

How to forgive?
First...