Seagulls . . . Slim

The Tides Are In Our Veins.

I've Changed My Ways A Little, I Cannot Now Run With You In The Evenings Along The Shore, Except In A Kind Of Dream, And You, If You Dream A Moment, You See Me There.

If Millions Are Born Millions Must Die.

It Is Only A Little Planet, But How Beautiful It Is.

There Is No Reason For Amazement: Surely One Always Knew That Cultures Decay, And Life's End Is Death.