The Crooning Turns To A Sunrise Singing.

Factory Windows Are Always Brokenother Windows Are Let Alone.no One Throws Through The Chapel-windowthe Bitter, Snarling, Derisive Stone.

The Crooning Turns To A Sunrise Singing.

My Life Is Unjust, But I Can Strive For Justice. My Life Is Unkind, But I Can Vote For Kindness.

Mumbo-jumbo Will Hoo-doo You, Mumbo-jumbo Will Hoo-doo You. Mumbo . . . Jumbo . . . Will . . . Hoo-doo . . . You.

The Only Thing That A Man May Do That Is New, Is To Write Himself On Human Hearts.