oh, don’t fly away, don’t leave me dismayed
oh, while the gusty wind’s still in lull
oh, don’t fly away, my ravelment’s awaken
oh, don’t fly away, don’t leave me this way
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....