Symphony number

Forty eight

In D minor.

Orchestral.

 

Somebody cruel

Circles high above

Gold plated garden

 

Staring forwards

Making tiny music

Then

Disappears.

 

S.L.

 

Sin phony numb air

For tea ate

Indie mine her.

Ork kestrel.

 

Sum won crew ill

Sir kills hi ab of

Go lid play tit guard in

 

Stair ring four words

May king tie knee mew sick

Den

This a peers