So Munch On, Crunch On, Take Your

The Great Mind Knows The Power Of Gentleness.

All June I Bound The Rose In Sheaves, Now, Rose By Rose, I Strip The Leaves.

Again The Cousin's Whistle! Go, My Love.

Good To Forgive, Best To Forget.

But How Carve Way I' The Life That Lies Before, If Bent On Groaning Ever For The Past?