I am in Eden a mother's brother but this chunnel is surf London would scarf to the sands therein dawn as their bridge was to cross the air with Tim where in Times Square
There's a little yearn and fancy To ramble upon those wet meadows Breathe the mist in air,merged With the leaves rustling on the trees about the edges Where street lights stammer to lighten intercept When from the neighbourhood visits the melody of someone's flute Someone Dwelled into the night For awaken till this hour of it
