User:Foxkeh

Passing by Rows and rows, In silence I Stand alone.

And out of you Grey birds fly, On a gravel path You qualified.

We tended to The feverfew, The walls of vine In hollow time.

The shape I'm in Oh, she knows so well, My hearts become Her sinking belle.

We're smaller than We used to be, What came from you Is now inside me.

Don't ask me why Oh, don't ask me why. All my life, All my life, Was in black and white.