Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'/Let us go and make our visit.

The fool,fixed in his folly,may think He can turn the wheel on which he turns.

Fading, fading: strength beyond hope and despair climbing the third stair. Lord, I am not worthy Lord, I am not worthy but speak the word only.

To country people Cows are mild, And flee from any stick they throw; But I’m a timid town bred child, And all the cattle seem to know.

A woman drew her long black hair out tight, And fiddled whisper music on those strings, And bats with baby faces in the violet light Whistled, and beat their wings, And crawled head downward down a blackened wall.

People exercise an unconscious selection in being influenced.

I've been born, and once is enough.