I didn't know, I didn't know, I didn't know.

A room? A nice room? A beautiful room? A beautiful room with bath? Swing high, swing low, swing to and fro...This happened and that happened... And then the days came and I was alone.

Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies.

I would never be part of anything. I would never really belong anywhere, and I knew it, and all my life would be the same, trying to belong, and failing. Always something would go wrong. I am a stranger and I always will be, and after all I didn’t really care.

She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

I sit at my window and the words fly past me like birds — with God's help I catch some.

Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.