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.
...
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music—
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.