In the square, she came running,
I was lucky to be there.
In her hair, she wore flowers,
The scent it filled the air.
She must leave, not returning,
I was sadness standing there,
A silent square, bus of silver,
With my vision disappears.

• Cries from The Midnight Circus
• Grass
• In The Square
• Miss Fay Regrets
• Parachute
• Rain
• Scene One
• She Was Tall, She Was High
• She's a Lover
• Sickle Clowns
• The Letter