Beware Of Those Who Seek Constant Crowds;

I Take Much Pleasure In Being Alone But There Is Also A Strange Warm Grace In Not Being Alone.

Your Letters Got Sadder. Your Lovers Betrayed You. Kid, I Wrote Back, All Lovers Betray. It Didn't Help. You Said You Had A Crying Bench And It Was By A Bridge And The Bridge Was Over The River And You Sat On The Crying Bench Every Night And Wept For The Lovers Who Had Hurt And Forgotten You.

It Was A Joy! Words Weren't Dull, Words Were Things That Could Make Your Mind Hum. If You Read Them And Let Yourself Feel The Magic, You Could Live Without Pain, With Hope, No Matter What Happened To You.

People Run From Rain But Sit In Bathtubs Full Of Water.

All That I Know Is That I Believe In The Sound Of Music And The Running Of A Horse. All Else Is Squabble.