Along The Coast The Sea Roars, And

Put Your Soul In The Palm Of My Hand For Me To Look At, Like A Crystal Jewel. I'll Sketch It In Words.

But, Drawn To Her At That Moment, He Felt A Quiet Like The Voice Of The Rain Flow Over Him. He Knew Well Enough That For Her It Was In Fact No Waste Of Effort, But Somehow The Final Determination That It Was Had The Effect Of Distilling And Purifying The Woman's Existence.

The Snow On The Distant Mountains Was Soft And Creamy, As If Veiled In A Faint Smoke.

The Train Came Out Of The Long Tunnel Into The Snow Country.

Lunatics Have No Age. If We Were Crazy, You And I, We Might Be A Great Deal Younger.