Birds Fly Over The Rainbow.

Somewhere Over The Rainbow, Skies Are Blue, And The Dreams That You Dare To Dream Really Do Come True.

How Strange When An Illusion Dies. It's As Though You've Lost A Child.

When You Have Lived The Life I've Lived, When You've Loved And Suffered, And Been Madly Happy And Desperately Sad -- Well, That's When You Realize You'll Never Be Able To Set It All Down. Maybe You'd Rather Die First.

I Was Born In A Lovely White House With A Garden.

When I Die I Have Visions Of Fags Singing 'over The Rainbow' And The Flag At Fire Island Being Flown At Half Mast.