Within three eyes were blossom and horsehair, 'Pippin' death knells reached a moaning cart where six damned eyes of Coventry blue, would weave themselves white. Through the thousand crowd a barotone nobleman, greeted them by name damned them by moniker, then lips and lifelines pressed before the glockenspiel ascent to death. Within three eyes were 'Baker', 'Drury' and 'Leslie'. A yarn of heads tried to pray God replied in Gibbet, and the slow motion ladder brought August to three buds of our 'Cofa' tree.