William:. Margaret, array the rocks around the hole. Before we're sinking. A million stones, a million bones. A million holes within the chinking. . And painting rings around your eyes, these peppered holes.
There's an island hidden in the sound. Lapping currents lay your boat to ground. Affix your barb and bayonet, the curlews carve their Arabesques. And sorrow fills the silence all around, you come and see.
Charlotte:. Father I'm not feeling well, the flowers me you fed. Tasted spoiled for suddenly I find that I am dead. But father don't you fear. Your children all are here.
William:. And here I am softer than a shower. And here I am to garland you with flowers. To lay you down in clover bed. The stars, a roof above our heads.
[First Voice:]. My true love went riding out in white and green and gray. Past the pale of Offa's wall where she was wont to stray. And there she came upon a white and wounded fawn.
And under the boughs unbowed. All clothed in a snowy shroud. She had no heart so hardened. All under the boughs unbowed. . Each feather, it fell from skin.
As the sun is sinking low. and the evening's tucked in tow. On the horizon, my true love I see.. She ain't fancy, she ain't fine. While her fingers number only nine.
It was a cold night. And the snow lay low. I pulled my coat tight. Against the falling down. And the sun was all. And the sun was all down. And the sun was all.
And all the while whispering arbors provide cover. . What previous witnessed ardors of our lovers. . Our heroine here falls prey to her abductor. . All a gallop with Margaret, slung rude 'cross withers.
Lay out the bowline,. Tether and belay,. Haul away.. There is amber in the embers,. There are riches on the ring.. Will I be so brave?. . We, beloved of the springtime,.
Ramblin', where to begin?. I taste the summer on your peppery skin. Been saved, the warmer the waves. I felt us slip into a watery grave. . My girl, linen and curls.
You call,. I was drowning, weary after the party. And the line,. Couldn't hold you enough. We talked. But I could hear you quiet between thoughts. And the time.
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Guido, I wish that you and Lapo and I. Could be taken by magic and placed in a boat. Where every rising swell. Would sweep us at our will across the sky.
When we arrive, sons and daughters. We'll make our homes on the water. We'll build our walls of aluminum. We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now. . These currents pull us across the border.
Myla Goldberg sets a steady hand upon her brow. Myla Goldberg hangs a crooked foot all upside down. It comes around, it comes around, it comes around, it comes around.
As you lie before me now like a shadow. On a pea green sea. Never thought that I could find you so hollow. Laying into me. . But this cup of wine. All salt and brines make me sleepy.
Ambling madly all over the town. The call to arms you likened to a whisper. I likened to a radio. . You were a brick bat, a Bowery tough, so rough. They called you from a cartoon.
Sixteen military wives. Thirty-two softly-focused, brightly-colored eyes. Staring at the natural tan. Of thirty-two gently clenching wrinkled little hands.
We set to sail on a packet full of spice, rum and tea-leaves.. We've emptied out all the bars and the bowery hotels.. Tell your daughters do not walk the streets alone tonight.