Through All Of Youth I

Laughter Was The Shape The Darkness Took Around The First Appearance Of The Light.

You Grieve Not That Heaven Does Not Exist But That It Exists Without Us

If There'd Been A Better-balanced Society, Where There Were Other Ways Of Making A Decent Living, I Think It Might Have Been Different. That's Not The Way This Setup Work.

Send Me Out Into Another Life Lord Because This One Is Growing Faint I Do Not Think It Goes All The Way

This Is What I Have Heard At Last The Wind In December Lashing The Old Trees With Rain Unseen Rain Racing Along The Tiles Under The Moon Wind Rising And Falling Wind With Many Clouds Trees In The Night Wind.