She is lovely in the morning
and in the evening time.

When the skies wake,
and when the skies retire.

At 4:45, she is the loveliest,
when the street lights flicker,
and the pavement we from the rain
shines like silver.

While the street lights grow misty in the fog,
and every soul on earth is still asleep.

Little Ophelia Rose is still lonely,
like the early morning
and late night streets.