And see she flies, and she is everywhere.
If you would and you could brighten my northern sky.
...you're a rare rare find A troubled cure For a troubled mind
Life is but a memory Happened long ago. Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show.
Fame is but a fruit tree- so very unsound. It can never flourish 'till its stock is in the ground.
I woke early like a condemned man to the naivety of birdsong.