Sit by us and tells a tale.
Merry or sad shall’t be?
A sad tale’s best for Winter.
There was a man...
The world and all that’s in, it’s nothing,
the covering sky is nothing.
My wife is nothing
nor have they nothing if they be nothing.
Dad?
I am not prone to weeping.
Dad they tell us we should talk to you.
They say that you can hear.
It's hard to think of what to say when you say nothing back.
Three crabbed months have soured themselves to death
‘ere I could open my hand.
Be stone no more.