All The Little Emptiness Of Love!

Store Up Reservoirs Of Calm And Content And Draw On Them At Later Moments When The Source Isn't There, But The Need Is Very Great.

In Your Arms Was Still Delight, Quiet As A Street At Night; And Thoughts Of You, I Do Remember, Were Green Leaves In A Darkened Chamber, Were Dark Clouds In A Moonless Sky.

But Only Agony, And That Has Ending; And The Worst Friend And Enemy Is But Death.

Just Now The Lilac Is In Bloom All Before My Little Room.

Canada Is A Live Country - Live, But Not, Like The States, Kicking.