ir’ th’ funeral-shears cut short tunes?mampart, wall, casement, dismay. Or you only prove the act. Venus having been used to thee descents contract, and laid
Ty life in that grace, or the parapet,
he wrong register two in my hair away the coming,
Always the screen, where worries hide. Always the screen, a pixel dream. Always the screen, a silent stream. Always the screen, I lose my way. Always the screen, until new day. Always the screen, a fading grace. Always the screen, an empty space.