The Sun Rose Like A

My Life Is In The Art That I Make, And I'm Very Happy With It.

Three Is The Number Of Those Who Do Holy Work; Two Is The Number Of Those Who Do Lover's Work; One Is The Number Of Those Who Do Perfect Evil Or Perfect Good.

No Tears, Please. It's A Waste Of Good Suffering.

Those Old Hypocrites. They Talk About Killing Witches But The Good Book’s Full Of Magic. Turning The Nile To Blood And Parting The Red Sea. What’s That If It’s Not Good Old-fashioned Magic? Want A Little Water Into Wine? No Trouble! How About Raising The Dead Man Lazarus? Just Say The Word!

Anyway, It's Gone. And There's Nothing Left In My Pocket To Charm You. So From Now On It's Going To Have To Be Tears Or Nothing I'm Afraid. That's All I've Got Left To Tell You See: Tears, Tears, Tears.