The Flying Club Cup

	I built my house of reeds upon a marsh in
	EliseMy father was released a day's walk from
	San Denise
	We buried him beneath the bone white sands of
	San Denise
	Silence of an airborne night push high above the roof
	Daughters of the
	Red lights blind the icy works of art
	The city lights and restless nights go once upon the
	LordYou and
	I will lie beside the fire sparked from boards
	It's yours