I have this idea of what you never were,nof what was but never could have beennopen season and my mind's a blur, ofnnothing spoken, heard or seennI'd wash away these ugly stainsnbut I need them as Smeraldina craved Bach,nas she left Belaequa sitting in the rain,nhis hands in a jelly in his lapnoh, Smeraldina-Rimanwhat's your name a-mean-a?nslob of a girl? no, Hey,nSammy was droll, hey what a dreamernwho really cares for Sammy's namesnof pap and mamelons, or Belaequa,nLenny's stutter couldn't change the gamena needle in the can killed the laughternand he said be outta here before the spit dries!