All Will Be Lost Apart From Happiness.

An Orange On The Table, Your Dress On The Rug, And You In My Bed, Sweet Present Of The Present, Cool Of Night, Warmth Of My Life.

All Will Be Lost Apart From Happiness.

Our Father Which Art In Heaven - Stay There - And We Will Stay On Earth - Which Is Sometimes So Pretty.

When Truth Is No Longer Free, Freedom Is No Longer Real: The Truths Of The Police Are The Truths Of Today.

Millions And Millions Of Years Would Still Not Give Me Half Enough Time To Describe That Tiny Instant Of All Eternity When You Put Your Arms Around Me And I Put My Arms Around You.