O,
Inspired by the Bronte sisters
draw draw draw Near the artists lair Upon he sits on the Gallery chair Lay with honey yellow
I see a game this a shame To see you at my front door a dame of fame sits by the Shore. Delights to see the blue floor
This open glen was thick with Thorns Tis then the white of the flower hide the horns of the shy fallow Deer
Boil up to the heavens Of fire. To the external craters Below. Far from my body of soul
Thou does death start Frame of thy flowers Stars glow in the dark time love spare so rare for thus love fell apart
I stand upon the Venice bridge Of sighs, A palace and a prison on each Side. I saw from the tidal waves so
the storm winds of autumn Make me shake by the lake The window pain rattle shake To ruffle a few wet feathers With birds singing by the lake
For the priest and the holy well And the bell .thy story tell., And for the spinning wheels, Spindle spun, And to walk over the sand dunes
what from this barran land can we reap? our fields are dry my body Frail Go on the trail before thy fail
O.,er the banks Of the boni doon Touch and sit by The slippery moon O,.er the fields of
Ah. let the sweet angels Dream. Keep his eye lids on thy Pillow, Fever make us all thin and
Thou dear jack frost To this freeze Thy hands and toes To look outside by the Frozen window pane
Gapes around the silent arena Tis inside bugle trumpets bull ca… Tis of wild angry soundings foot Bounds and spurns the angry mighty Brute, first run in the sand pit,…
Yet you know upon you To let me suffer the pain The hurtfull strain in the Rain. Humilinate does you know sad
God save the queen To sid vicious and the Sex pistols Olympic Dreams Twenty seven medals