All Will Be Lost Apart

An Orange On The Table, Your Dress On The Rug, And You In My Bed, Sweet Present Of The Present, Cool Of Night, Warmth Of My Life.

All Will Be Lost Apart From Happiness.

Love Is So Simple. [fr., C'est Tellement Simple, L'amour.]

When Truth Is No Longer Free, Freedom Is No Longer Real: The Truths Of The Police Are The Truths Of Today.

He Put The Coffee In The Cup. He Put The Milk In The Cup Of Coffee. He Put The Sugar In The White Coffee, With The Tea-spoon He Stirred. He Drank The White Coffee And He Put The Cup Down. Without Speaking To Me.