I Sit At My Window And The

That Expression You Get In Your Eyes When You Are Very Tired And Everything Is Like A Dream And You Are Starting To Know What Things Are Like Underneath What People Say They Are.

Everything Tender And Melancholy - As Life Is Sometimes, Just For One Moment.

Something In Her Brain That Still Remained Calm Told Her That She Was Doing A Very Foolish Thing Indeed.

And Then The Days Came When I Was Alone.

There Are Always Two Deaths, The Real One And The One People Know About.