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There Are Men And Women So Lonely They Believe God, Too, Is Lonely.

There Are People Who Want To Be Everywhere At Once, And They Get Nowhere

Yesterday And Tomorrow Cross And Mix On The Skyline. The Two Are Lost In A Purple Haze. One Forgets, One Waits.

And Those Who Say, "i'll Try Anything Once," Often Try Nothing Twice, Three Times, Arriving Late At The Gate Of Dreams Worth Dying For.

Lay Me On An Anvil, O God. Beat Me And Hammer Me Into A Steel Spike.