I got this grave yard woman.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands

I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be.

The world of research has gone berserk. Too much paper work.

Charity is suppose to cover up for a multitude of sins.

There's beauty in the silver singing river There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes

How many a year has passed and gone and many gamble has been lost and won, and many a road taken by a friend and each one I've never seen again.