I Never Saw A Meme; I Never

Not Knowing When The Dawn Will Come I Open Every Door.

For Each Ecstatic Instant We Must An Anguish Pay In Keen And Quivering Ratio To The Ecstasy.

November Always Seemed To Me The Norway Of The Year.

[a] Mother Is One To Whom You Hurry When You Are Troubled.

Morning Without You Is A Dwindled Dawn.