Alone, Alone, Alone Again, No Thanks Given, Fallow Field to Amend, Spite you Fickle Father, Prick your Simple Face, Let Time Flow Fallow Now, Without your Step-Mother's Embrace, Choose a Hill, And Choose a Grave, and Choose a Childhood Memory, Over which, We shall Pave, And it won't be Temporary, The Road is Ridden with Whiches and Won'ts And I have never learn't, My Do's, From my Don'ts And Tonight, Tonight, is that Time, without our simple Sight.