I breached the rhoney dyer 

Your eyes were sapphires 

To a drowning man

My life knew no casualty

Oh but did they 

But I was not a flamboyant fire

The spare tires were not impregnable 

The car was left on the ruddy mountainside 

And dripping wet we made our way 

To the lights that shone

By the blind man's home

Why would a blind man even have lights?

One wondered 

And that ended this story

Good Night

You said 

But again you were ignored

Enjoy the song of the violin

And the thumb was lit -for the cigar burns brightly 

And Gene Hackman played the role

Oh so well

But I thought we'd have espresso!