Let all your thinks be thanks.
There's always another story. There's more than meets the eye.
History marched to the drums of a clear idea...
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the teacup opens A lane to the land of the dead.
The stars are not wanted now, put out every one Pack up the moon & dismantle the sun.