What's The Newest Grief? Each Minute Tunes

While We Lie Tumbling In The Hay.

See Where She Comes Apparelled Like The Spring.

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine. I Have Not That Alacrity Of Spirit Nor Cheer Of Mind That I Was Wont To Have.

One Fire Burns Out Another's Burning, One Pain Is Lessen'd By Another's Anguish.

Past All Shame, So Past All Truth.