Poverty ornamental brewing soul walks in the Pepper tree lane br And a far away tall chimney carries off smoke to the wistful sky br Like his wistful thinking. br Hardly he got into an omnipotent bus that goes to an unreal destiny. br br I would like this to be windswept, if I know the whereabouts of the songbird Susie.Gharib? br br br *[ They have pierced my hands and my feet, they have counted all my bones.