Where's The Need Of Singing Now?

I Mean You Last As Long As Lies.

Were It Not For Love, Poor Life Would Be A Ship Not Worth Launching.

Love Must Have Wings To Fly Away From Love, And To Fly Back Again.

For When A Woman Is Left Too Much Alone, Sooner Or Later She Begins To Think; And No Man Knows What Then She May Discover.

Where's The Need Of Singing Now?