He barely moved in balky visage
As the wintry day dismissed our dialogue...

Roses wither, roses die.
If flowers had enough light, if flowers had enough...

She stirs around wearing on worthless mind,
her scarlet lips like berries well timed...

Be as though pointless like a banana
leaf from a fruitless palm...

if i could only remember not
the good times in paradise...

For not so long shall i rise
nor of fact be granted an amnesty...