You Have A Place In My Heart

There's So Much Spring In The Air- There's So Much Lazy Sweetness In Your Heart.

I Have Never Wished There Was A God To Call On- I Have Often Wished There Was A God To Thank.

Gold? Yellow, Glittering, Precious Gold?... This Yellow Slave Will Knit And Break Religions, Bless Th' Accursed, Make The Hoar Leprosy Adored, Place Thieves, And Give Them Title, Knee And Approbation With Senators On The Bench.

I Wish I Could Write. I Get These Ideas But I Never Seem To Be Able To Put Them In Words.

Let's Borrow Life Preservers And Jump Over. I Think We Should Do Something Spectacular. I Feel That All Our Lives Have Been Too Restrained.