The young are so old, they are born with their fingers crossed.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
I love humanity but I hate people.
I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.
A ghost in marble of a girl you knew Who would have loved you in a day or two.
Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.