Time has told me not to ask for more, someday our ocean will find its shore.

If you would and you could brighten my northern sky.

Life is but a memory Happened long ago. Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show.

I woke early like a condemned man to the naivety of birdsong.

Fame is but a fruit tree- so very unsound. It can never flourish 'till its stock is in the ground.

I think there's something extraordinarily nice about seeing the dawn up before one goes to bed, [] there's something uncanny about it.

...you're a rare rare find A troubled cure For a troubled mind