The aging count he waits on you. Beneath the ivy-walled tower. The chimes ring out the summer light. Also marks the hours. Marks the passing hours. Tonight's child is quick and slim. Leaves her work and master. Her heart is beating to the score. The thoughts that drive it faster. An age that drives it faster. What's my name what's my name?. Hers is a world that's metal blue. No time to slow to slumber. Every line is evidence. Every new month's thunder. Rattling limbs like thunder.. The aging count closes his eyes. He's long since past crying. What use anger to decry?. If you want Donna sighing.. Prefer Donna sighing.. What's her name what's her name?