How shrewd the instinct of the wild, they whisper into the view of the lake
Why does this trolly run at the lake? Its view is receptive and warm. I
remember the warmth of my mothers body before the window was opened
and I was led to the trolly.
With its fringe as it hangs for me. I saw them looking at the water
I hung the fringe hoping that it would swing with the wind but my fringe did
not swing as it swings for you.
For it hung as the bridge over the castle wall that conceles its lofty towers.
Conealing the china that lies in its closet lest the china be reavealed as the
But this trolly moves into the shadows with its tamborine to dance at the fire
Yeah see thats why I hated english class, I don't write, but thats my impression of victor.