My Life Is A Lovely Story, Happy

Where Words Fail, Music Speaks.

Enjoy Life. There's Plenty Of Time To Be Dead.

When The Bird Of The Heart Begins To Sing, Too Often Will Reason Stop Up Her Ears.

Human Beings, On The Contrary, Have A Soul Which Lives Forever, Lives After The Body Has Been Turned To Dust. It Rises Up Through The Clear, Pure Air Beyond The Glittering Stars.

Each Soldier Was The Living Image Of The Others, But There Was One Who Was A Bit Different. He Had Only One Leg, For He Was The Last To Be Cast And The Tin Had Run Out. Still, There He Stood, Just As Steadfast On His One Leg As The Others On Their Two; And He Is The Tin Soldier We Are Going To Hear About.