CAPO 1 is dark with mystery. A AND D Try, catch the thoughts that flap and fly in the cloudy, tearing sky, that touch and stir and won't be tied- and try to speak them. I think of my old Flower Sky. Of us, when we thought we were spies. Of bobbing eggs in Easter dyes. Of walks in London. Try, try to hold my love for you, it knows no measure. Sky, I hold my tears if you do. Starling thoughts, go over me. NOT TOO SURE ABOUT THE ENDING AND THE INSTRUMENTAL PARTS. THE REST SOUND FINE. PLE (tabfu.thudspace.net)