Lovers Alone Wear Sunlight.

No Evil Is So Worse Than Worst You Fall In Hate With Love.

O Sweet Spontaneous Earth

For Whenever Men Are Right They Are Not Young

What If A Dawn Of A Doom Of A Dream Bites This Universe In Two, Peels Forever Out Of His Grave, And Sprinkles Nowhere With Me And You?

Next To Of Course God America I / Love You Land Of The Pilgrims And So Forth Oh