Well all the kids are sad But some get over it. be thankful better than that, buy a hat Buy a coat or pet. Dance to forget.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cry For you are born of tyrant spirits. We sing but oh the soil is low under our feet, and miles long; But let the world dream, We wear masks!
To hear that great night, Even more immense without him. and the poem fall For pasture souls like dew.
The house seems very quiet And I'm not sure what to do. i don't remember how i used to live before the day i met you.