Attic Shape, Fair Attitude, With Breed of Marble Men and Maidens Overwrought

A little town, nice streets forevermore, will silent be. And not a soul to tell, why thou art desolate, can air return? So no one will go back to the town and sayWhy it's so deserted, because we all went to take a heifer to be executed. That little town that was a vibrant home to these people, he's now going to be left empty.