O,
Inspired by the Bronte sisters
God save the queen To sid vicious and the Sex pistols Olympic Dreams Twenty seven medals
Yet you know upon you To let me suffer the pain The hurtfull strain in the Rain. Humilinate does you know sad
O, come to talk to Thee O there is only thee O, I love the winters Nights
Some books are short And sweet Some books are lies From end to end Some books are true
Oh I wait to see To the color of Blue Oh what can I do Sing a song for
Still waters of the stream Row in my boat in the river Tay. Upon the swans of the lake Come up to side of the boat
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,…
Boil up to the heavens Of fire. To the external craters Below. Far from my body of soul
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
I stand upon the Venice bridge Of sighs, A palace and a prison on each Side. I saw from the tidal waves so
Thou does death start Frame of thy flowers Stars glow in the dark time love spare so rare for thus love fell apart
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
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
draw draw draw Near the artists lair Upon he sits on the Gallery chair Lay with honey yellow
Thou dear jack frost To this freeze Thy hands and toes To look outside by the Frozen window pane