I Cried Over Beautiful Things,

Somebody's Little Girl- How Easy It Is To Make A Sob Story Over Who She Once Was And Who She Now Is.

Newspapers Tell Beforehand What Is Going To Happen - Maybe.

There Is No Song To Your Singing.

And Those Who Say, "i'll Try Anything Once," Often Try Nothing Twice, Three Times, Arriving Late At The Gate Of Dreams Worth Dying For.

Nothing Happens... But First A Dream.