Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless-each of us with his or her right upon the earth.
All music is is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments.
Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.
I tramp a perpetual journey.
not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred & fifty are dumb yet at Alamo.
And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.