That's The Way It Ends. The Thin

What Good Are You? What Can You Do? It Has Cost Me A Thousands Of Dollars To Raise You, Feed You, Clothe You! Suppose I Left You Here On The Street? Then What Would You Do?" "catch Butterflies

Your Letters Got Sadder. Your Lovers Betrayed You. Kid, I Wrote Back, All Lovers Betray. It Didn't Help. You Said You Had A Crying Bench And It Was By A Bridge And The Bridge Was Over The River And You Sat On The Crying Bench Every Night And Wept For The Lovers Who Had Hurt And Forgotten You.

It's 4:30 In The Morning, It's Always 4:30 In The Morning.

They, All Of Them, Seemed To Put Literary Form In Front Of The Actuality And Living Of Life Itself.

People Are Not Good To Each Other. Perhaps If They Were Our Deaths Would Not Be So Sad.