Mr Youse Needn't Be So Spry Concernin

Great Men Burn Bridges Before They Come To Them

Now The Ears Of My Ears Awake And Now The Eyes Of My Eyes Are Opened.

Nobody, Not Even The Rain, Has Such Small Hands

Such Was A Poet And Shall Be And Is -who'll Solve The Depths Of Horror To Defend A Sunbeam's Architecture With His Life: And Carve Immortal Jungles Of Despair To Hold A Mountain's Heartbeat In His Hand.

I Fear No Fate(for You Are My Fate,my Sweet)i Want No World(for Beautiful You Are My World,my True) And It's You Are Whatever A Moon Has Always Meant And Whatever A Sun Will Always Sing Is You Here Is The Deepest Secret Nobody Knows