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Yes, In My Life, Since We Must Call It So, There Were Three Things, The Inability To Speak, The Inability To Be Silent, And Solitude, That’s What I’ve Had To Make The Best Of.

All Life Long, The Same Questions, The Same Answers.

With All This Darkness Round Me I Feel Less Alone.

Love, That Is All I Asked, A Little Love, Daily, Twice Daily, Fifty Years Of Twice Daily Love Like A Paris Horse-butcher's Regular, What Normal Woman Wants Affection?

There's Something Dripping In My Head. A Heart, A Heart In My Head.