I found this in my notes, and I think it’s worth working on. But I may have to re-read the books.
Lucy, I would give my arm to comb your hair again
Peter, what I’d pay to play our checker game
Edmund, I’d move mountains just to hear you strum guitar
And I’d never let you near another train
I’ll be just like Nellie Bly
Or Ehrhart in the sky
Lion-hearted, valiant, and bold
And I won’t forget our wars
Neither one, forever more
But I think I’ll always fear the cold
V3 something even better
Bridge (sometime later)
And Lucy, my Lucy, my Lucy
my Lucy my Lucy!
Every door that I open
Every song I sing true
Every portrait I hang
Is a gateway to you
My sister, my phantom, my empress,
my emptiness, temperance, trickster, my queen
I long for you!