The Spoonbill Generator

Ice carved by cold hearts, [Stacy]

Spares us no plea [Roland]

There is no warmth, no passion, there [KD]

Upon the empty breeze. [Stacy]

High, without soaring [Roland]

Colder yet still, [Stacy]

No healing gusts of frozen air [Roland]

Deliver us from care. [Stacy]

China, distorting [Roland]

Lines on a chart [TG]

No wall of which we must beware [Roland]

Take caution from the start. [Stacy]