Autumn rhythm, sweet submissionnAnd the cheekbones you bequeathednIs it over? Is it ever?nTill they sell the air they breathednnThe stars are dead although they still shinenIn Charlotte's conversationsnLove's old sweet songnThe epilogue to Charlotte's conversationsnnI learnt insanity and sweet vanitynCases related to historynDid I choose this? Now can I lose this?nSelfish blues to posteritynnYou don't need a book to readnYou don't need a song to singnYou don't need a book to readnYou don't need mennWas it only empty pocketsnThat brought me here to you?nFrom the back room to the honeymoon suitenThe sour perfection grewn