There was a girl I used to know, she'd tease me about my name, fan the embers long enough I sometimes catch her flame, the soothing voice of distance tells me that was just a fling, other music fills my ears but I still hear her sing. There was a boy I used to be, I guess that he was cold, if she came to buy him now how cheaply he'd be sold, but the light is gone and it is dark what used to be the sky is suddenly embarrassing to the naked eye. P. McAloon [1990]