I Know, But I Do Not Approve.

Where You Used To Be, There Is A Hole In The World, Which I Find Myself Constantly Walking Around In The Daytime, And Falling In At Night. I Miss You Like Hell.

All My Life, Following Care Along The Dusty Road, Have I Looked Back On Loveliness And Sighed.

After The Feet Of Beauty Fly My Own.

I Know I Am But Summer To Your Heart, And Not The Full Four Seasons Of The Year.

She Is Happy Where She Lies With The Dust Upon Her Eyes.