Women,
Honest, open and plain...

Swimming around is this fish,
care-free as can be...

I look towards the starry sky,
letting out a quiet sigh...

All that really matters is the way in which we...
The way we face out troubles...

On a canvas dark the painter begins,
to paint the most glorious of things...

The CR is such a CP on the PC for A-2-C, but full...
Topics are VG when they're NB or simply QC...

In London I dwell;
so the events of the palace shall i tell...

There are some survivors,
their heads are bent...

Five old men in beds,
in a hospital wing...

A shaft of light,
comes through the glaze...

I live in London,
Not far from the Queen...

With ginger hair,
and a stone cold stare...