What If They Gave A War And

My Room For Books And Study Or For Sitting And Thinking About Nothing In Particular To See What Would Happen Was At The End Of A Hall.

Under The Harvest Moon, When The Soft Silver Drips Shimmering Over The Garden Nights, Death, The Gray Mocker, Comes And Whispers To You As A Beautiful Friend Who Remembers.

What Is There More Of In The World Than Anything Else? Ends.

Time Is The Coin Of Life. Only You Can Determine How It Will Be Spent.

Nothing Happens... But First A Dream.