It favors Ratan bamboo blinds venetian or otherwise Gray on the slats the light fans through, part like pollen part like chalk part like spores in the air.
Time shakes it out of the way It barely notices, it barely sighs.
The shirt you put on once. You're at the end of the song. Early in the mornin' we'll be settin' up shop in a hearin' room on Capitol Hill. A lady named Sore Eyesite G D her velocity greater than light she blinked out one day in a relative way and returned on a previous night. A man so sullen and sad never did anything bad never smoked nor played or even kissed a maid.