Alone. Sometimes they wondered Sometimes. Yes, were left to wander I think they were alone Sometimes. No, they were together But in a sense, Always, They were alone In a sense, Always, They weren’t real … Now look at their proud, Blazing display Of profanity So they got their rich fountains, And their flying guns So they'd crush the mountains, And crying nuns O, three great arches, empty, Bring a message forth O, great arches, plenty, Bring a court, To the rotten.