SHE WALKS WITH A BELL-CLOCK ROUND HER NECK. SO THE HIPPIES THINK SHE'S IN WITH TIME. TIME.... HER HAIR GLISTENS LIKE ROBINS ON A DECK. BRANCHES ATACK ME FROM HER NECK. SHE'S SO FINE. SHE'S SO VERY VERY FINE. THE SUN FROM A CLOUD SINKS INTO HER EYES. THE RAIN FROM A TREE SOKES INTO HER MIND. MIND.... MORNING SIGN SOUNDS JUST LIKE A LOCK. ALL THESE SIGNS ARE ALWAYS A STOCK. SHE'S SO FINE. SHE'S SO VERY VERY FINE. WHEN I VEER I GET SO NEAR. BUT SO FAR FAR FAR AWAY. LISTEN TO ME TODAY. WE UNITED JUST BESIDE A LEAF. THE GROUND WAS HARD UNDERNEATH HER HER. AHHHAHHH. SHE'S SO FINE. AHHHAHHH.