Nobody Else Can Be Alive For You;

I'd Rather Have Two Good Friends, Than 500,000 Admirers.

And It's You Are Whatever A Moon Has Always Meant And Whatever A Sun Will Always Sing Is You

Notice The Convulsed Orange Inch Of Moon Perching On This Silver Minute Of Evening

O To Be In Finland/ Now That Russia's Here)

Our Can'ts Were Born To Happen Our Mosts Have Died In More