The Love Of Freedom Has Been The

It Is Only A Little Planet, But How Beautiful It Is.

Still The Mind Smiles At Its Own Rebellions.

He Is Strong And Pain Is Worse To The Strong, Incapacity Is Worse.

I've Changed My Ways A Little, I Cannot Now Run With You In The Evenings Along The Shore, Except In A Kind Of Dream, And You, If You Dream A Moment, You See Me There.

Oh Heavy Change. The World Deteriorates Like A Rotting Apple, Worms And A Skin.