Victoria, it's been a year and a half and you never wrote back Gloria, you silvered my hair and this wayfarer style has made me look older just imagine we could stay to noon in the middle of june, we'd have some servents and they would sing for you We could walk our fox together, 'you know I don't like pets, don't bother' The tattoo of your catching feathers 'It's part of your imagination' Qween, ‘Stormar, Vindar, Streyma’ Gloria, Victoria Falls