Wind is in the east. Stare at us eyes in wonder. Like beggars at a feast. We can't even, count the number. What you gonna do?. Send them table scraps we're leaving.
There's a picture in the hall, I know. And it's from a time when feelings showed. Though I hold it close before my eyes. My heart refuses to see. . Loving you could have been, oh so easy.
Now there is this place. With so much space. It's at the bottom of the world. So it lay unspoiled. . Wind and rain, hurricane. And the blackman reigned.