See how free we are! as a nation of persons.
The stars fell one by one into his eyes and burnt.
I don't ... like rhythm, assonance, all that stuff. You just go on your nerve. If someone's chasing you down the street with a knife you just run, you don't turn around and shout, 'Give it up! I was a track star for Mineola Prep.'
life perpetuated in parti-colored loves and beautiful lies all in different languages.
You just go on your nerve.
Mothers of America / let your kids go to the movies!