Blot Out The Moon, Pull Down The

It Is Strange How Sad It Can Be - Sunlight In The Afternoon, Don't You Think?

I Didn't Know, I Didn't Know, I Didn't Know.

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

Every Word I Say Has Chains Round Its Ankles; Every Thought I Think Is Weighted With Heavy Weights. Since I Was Born, Hasn't Every Word I've Said, Every Thought I've Thought, Everything I've Done, Been Tied Up, Weighted, Chained? And Mind You, I Know That With All This I Don't Succeed. Or I Succeed In Flashes Only Too Damned Well. ...but Think How Hard I Try And How Seldom I Dare. Think - And Have A Bit Of Pity. That Is, If You Ever Think, You Apes, Which I Doubt.

When I Think About It, If I Had To Choose, I'd Rather Be Happy Than Write.