I plucked you from a meadow because I was...
As you sit within that vase, I gradually watch you...

The wind howls as rain is driven horizontally.
My coat flaps and my hat is once more whipped into...

As the needles pierce and puncture skin,
Another name is added in...

As I traverse from west to east already I see your...
You still hide behind the Pennines...

My name, it is not Jack,
And I do not have a spring...

He looks down from his glass tower
And surveys his world below...

Mate.
This is so so hard to write...