Still, Looking Through The Old

If You Love People, You Take Them On Trust.

There Was A Wonderful Atmosphere Of Gentle Age, A Smell Of Flowers And Beeswax, Sweet Yet Faintly Sour And Musty; A Smell That Makes You Feel Very Tender Towards The Past.

Only The Margin Left To Write On Now. I Love You, I Love You, I Love You.

A Loss Of Sensibility Follows A Loss Of Innocence, At Once A Penalty And A Compensation.

Oh, It Is Wonderful To Wake Up In The Morning With Things To Look Forward To!