Ontological proof,
is what she said-
the day I died - the day of matrimony
She whispered into my ear,
with the gun of Shakespeare and the wild rains-
we find ourselves...
Water, water, never say,
again she told me in her crazy way,
the song, of doom and delay
But I didn\'t listen,
I didn\'t hear,
And in the dream - my love stood near..