...
On tener couch she's being 'napp\d
With scarlet girl in fright
By foes from the_night properly wrapp\d
In string of hoary-white

So they've got this mischievous brat
Who would have given bite
And friend of her, faint-hearted cat
Imprison\d through blue night

An\I the artist to them draw
Though not the one in rule
Glanced rogue earlier but never saw
Unflinching girl that cool

1st note I took kew gardens meet
Goes without saying - hair
As now the best I try her treat
So more to note than there

Back then mere bitches playing rough
With something blue to add
That sapphire thing deep-frozen love
Saddening me in that

Yeah...
she crazed me'gain, vital corpsette
With tears produced by rain
Of all the forest ghosts I've met
She'll vanish worst in vain

So I that artist painted worse
An'wrote awfully, too
Obsess\d by crook girl's carnal force
In_her eyes of silver-blue

And now our lives about to end
She knows death's love is true
(Just didn't she care or comprehend
that I truly loved her, too?)