Вершы: Gourds. Magnolia.

Well it's the end of the dream

That started on green metal

She whispered and the wind shook

The magnolia seeded limp in winter

Well she twisted round the cage

And she twisted round the cage


And slipped out into the shaking night

And only shuffled cloth hanging

In the quickness of her leaving

Only shuffled cloth hanging

In the hastiness of her flight