She’ll Have No Lover, For I Don’t

Sometimes The Earth Trembles; Sometimes You Can Feel It Breathe.

And Then The Days Came When I Was Alone.

Have All Beautiful Things Sad Destinies?

It Is Strange How Sad It Can Be - Sunlight In The Afternoon, Don't You Think?

Yes, I Am Sad, Sad As A Circus-lioness, Sad As An Eagle Without Wings, Sad As A Violin With Only One String And That One Broken, Sad As A Woman Who Is Growing Old. Sad, Sad, Sad.