By two woman there, starting at a shadow, grown an elderly. Or, two woman there, starting at a shadow, by an elderly.
For my folly, standing by idly, feigned laughter I heard.
Whenever we come across, running away under cover of night how when and where, he says all the time.
Someday somewhere she said, from today the reality, running away for.
With an apron and ribbons, putting on, under the sunshine in the boys festival for him.