Your Soul Shines Through Even If You

He Came Over And Ruffled My Hair, Which Is Technically Assault. I Could Get On The Blower To Childline.

Rosie Laughed In A Not Too Reassuring Way If You Like Sane Laughter.

Vaisey Looked Like A Startled Earwig.

Shakespeare Is Just Some Bloke Who Keeps Ranting "what Light Trough Yonder Window Breaks" Its The Moon For God Sakes!

Out On The Moors, The Lonely Moors, I Roll Around In Sheep Poo. Heathcliff, It's Youuuuu, I Hate You, I Love You Tooooo. Let Me In, I'm Here, It's Meeeee, Catheeeeeeee. Look Out Of Your Windooooow.