Music My Rampart, And My Only One.

The Younger Generation Forms A Country Of Its Own. It Has No Geographical Boundaries. I've Talked With Young Hungarians In Budapest, With Young Italians In Rome, With Young Frenchmen In Paris, And With Young People All Over. ... These Young People Are Going To Do Things. They Are Going To Change Things.

But You Were Something More Than Young And Sweet And Fair, - And The Long Year Remembers You.

What Terrible Fear Causes Man To Address The Void As Thou?

On And On Eternally Shall Your Altered Fluid Run, Bud And Bloom And Go To Seed; But Your Singing Days Are Done

Evil Alone Has Oil For Every Wheel.