We will hear the cat purring. I will lie down beside you. When the farmer awakes, he hears the crow. He runs out with his stick and beats the picket fence three times. The Nine Bachelors emit a gaseous stink.
Reason settles and throws a pink veil across the Milky Way.
My hand upon yours. I have a place to hide. My hand under yours. All the little people in our blood Play games then And sing and dance. It becomes an orchestra.