O jee, die is groot.
Heel veel sterkte. Dit is een einde die niemand had zien aan komen. Maar wat heeft hij een mooie tijd bij jou gehad.
Fog on her glasses, From the still steaming tea, A book in her hand, As she casually reads.
A catch in her breath, As the Climax grows near, She's deaf to the world : The book's all she can hear.
She's completely lost now, or perhaps she is found,
In this strange paper world
That's far from the ground.