THE WIND, in anticipation of The Great Event to Come, and serenely unaware of the mayhem ensuing in the previous post, begins to softly croon in a RobertaFlackian breeze:
** The first time ever I saw your FACE
I thought THE SUN rose in your eyes
And THE MOON and stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the empty skies, my love,
To the dark and the empty skies.
The first time ever I kissed your LIPS
And felt your heart beat close to mine
Like the trembling heart of a captive SHEEP
That was there at my command, my love
That was there at my command.
And the first time ever I lay with you
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew OUR BOYS would fill the air
And last till the end of time my love
It would last till the end of time my love
The first time ever I saw your face, your face,your face,your face.