I Believe In The Sun, Even When

Looking Back, I Realize That This Period Of My Life Has Irrevocably Come To A Close; My Happy-go-lucky, Carefree Schooldays Are Gone Forever. I Don't Even Miss Them. I've Outgrown Them. I Can No Longer Just Kid Around, Since My Serious Side Is Always There.

We've All Been A Little Confused This Past Week, Because Our Dearly Beloved Westertoren Bells Have Been Carted Off To Be Melted Down For The War, So We Have No Idea Of The Exact Time, Either Night Or Day.

Love, What Is Love? I Don't Think You Can Really Put It Into Words. Love Is Understanding Someone, Caring For Him, Sharing His Joys And Sorrows. This Eventually Includes Physical Love. You've Shared Something, Given Something Away And Received Something In Return, Whether Or Not You're Married, Whether Or Not You Have A Baby. Losing Your Virtue Doesn't Matter, As Long As You Know That For As Long As You Live You'll Have Someone At Your Side Who Understands You, And Who Doesn't Have To Be Shared With Anyone Else!

The Weak Die Out And The Strong Will Survive, And Will Live On Forever

It Is Becoming A Bad Dream-- In The Daytime As Well As At Night. I See Him Nearly All The Time And Can't Get At Him, I Mustn't Show Anything, Must Remain Gay While I'm Really In Despair.