"You innocent little girl,
hopeless with your inconsequent mind...

This place of poets,
of me and others...

Life...
the word always has a hidden meaning...

Miss Anne is a she,
who is new and mysterious...

A look from this girl,
So pleasant and sweet...

I'm not the only one that See's you,
who believes in your smile...

Giant fingers of sunlight stroke your back,
look toward you...

It shimmers,
and plumps...

This feeling,
has been lost for a while...

You fooled me,
now i only see...

Plunge the heart of all sanities,
living in light is greater...

These tiny pieces,
are difficult to pick up...