As Long As I Live I Shall

Poor Tired Tim! It's Sad For Him He Lags The Long Bright Morning Through, Ever So Tired Of Nothing To Do.

A Face Peered. All The Grey Night In Chaos Of Vacancy Shone; Nought But Vast Sorrow Was There The Sweet Cheat Gone.

A Harvest Mouse Goes Scampering By, With Silver Claws And Silver Eye; And Moveless Fish In The Water Gleam, By Silver Reeds In A Silver Stream.

What Is The World, O Soldiers? It Is I, I, This Incessant Snow, This Northern Sky.

As Soon As They're Out Of Your Sight, You Are Out Of Their Mind.