Do Not Be A Magician

You've Got A Deadline. Well, I Do, Too: Death.

When You've Fallen On The Highway / And You're Lying In The Rain, / And They Ask You How You're Doing / Of Course You'll Say You Can't Complain.

G-d Is Alive. Magic Is Afoot. G-d Is Afoot. Magic Is Alive.

I Think The Term Poet Is A Very Exalted Term And Should Be Applied To A Man At The End Of His Work. When He Looks Back Over The Body Of His Work And He's Written Poetry Then Let The Verdict Be That He's A Poet.

May Everyone Live, And May Everyone Die. Hello, My Love, And My Love, Goodbye.