Hey ho, hello there Mary. Hey ho, hello there. And why are you in such bad temper. the garden is dead, Dickon. its the most forgotten place I have ever seen.
Now I see you in the window of a carraige, then a train. Still my mind cannot accept that, in your grave you must remain. I hear your voice, then turn and see a stranger's form and face.
I need a place where I can go. Where I can whisper what I know. Where I can whisper who I like. And where I go to see them. . I need a place where I can hide.
Strangely quiet, but now the storm. Simply rests to strike again. Standing, waiting, I think of her. I think of her. . Strange, this Mary, she leaves the room.
I think you were just what our Colin needed.. What you've got to do is finish. What you have begun!. I don't know just how. But it's not over till you've won..