For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.
Treat a man like dirt-he produces flowers.
And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart [ i carry it in my heart ]
Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
Who knows if the moon's / a balloon, coming out of a keen city / in the sky - filled with pretty people?
deeds cannot dream what dreams can do