COLD DAYS FROM THE BIRDHOUSE,THAT SUMMER,AT HOME I HAD BECOME THE INVISIBLE,WALKING FOR TWO HOURS,LAST YEAR'S RAIN DIDN'T FALL QUITE SO HARD,TALKING WITH FIREWORKS / HERE,IT NEVER SNOWED,MAPPED BY WHAT SURROUNDED THEM,AND SHE WOULD DARKEN THE MEMORY,I'M TAKING THE TRAIN HOME,FOURTEEN AUTUMNS AND FIFTEEN WINTERS