A Room? A Nice Room? A Beautiful

Only The Magic And The Dream Are True — All The Rest's A Lie.

If She Says Goodbye Perhaps Adieu. Adieu - Like Those Old Time Songs She Sang. Always Adieu (and All Songs Say It). If She Too Says It, Or Weeps, I'll Take Her In My Arms, My Lunatic. She's Mad But Mine, Mine. What Will I Care For Gods Or Devils Or For Fate Itself. If She Smiles Or Weeps Or Both. For Me.

The Last Time You Were Happy About Nothing; The First Time You Were Afraid About Nothing. Which Came First?

I've Been So Ridiculous All My Life That A Little Bit More Or A Little Bit Less Hardly Matters Now.

There Is No Doubt That Running Away On A Fresh, Blue Morning Can Be Exhilarating.