Dreams Are The Subtle Dower That Make

Love Is Everything. And That's All We Know About It.

You Cannot Fold A Flood And Put It In A Drawer, Because The Winds Would Find It Out And Tell Your Cedar Floor.

I Cannot Live With You, It Would Be Life, And Life Is Over There Behind The Shelf

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I Am Out With Lanterns, Looking For Myself.