ALICE

You gotta love the way it always rushes up in a surge around you then it wears off doesn't it? I never even cross your mind, do I Lloyd?

LLOYD

You're crossing it right now, I swear.

ALICE

I look so heavy walking up here to the edge, you should've beaten me beyond recognition and I'd still stand here kissing you.

LLOYD

My god what happened to the house?

ALICE

Such is the cry I weep
Breaking my bosom's stream
Milky the silver sweep
Breasting your purest cream.

Such is the virgin gemme
Arrayed in my purpling vines
You blushed the bridegroom sun
And at thine eye, my watry bosom
Ripens the richer wine

Such is the blindest grief
When every teardrop blankly swells
Fayling our balsam hemispheres
Distilling the purest tinctures of the
Quelling, quelling, quelling quell
Nary a purple of my own

And had the water blushed?
And started into wine?
And had these sovraigne tears of mine?
Sprung from my true remorse?
I'd turn the pipes and watercourse
To wash away your bloodless stains.