Hey bud,
Take a walk with me, one last time.
Trying to rebuild broken rusted bridges, I see.
But that's too late, fam. I already fell and hit the sea beneath. ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!