I’ll Be Marching Through The Morning, Marching

No One Masters The Heart.

If Your Life Is A Leaf That The Seasons Tear Off And Condemn They Will Bind You With Love That Is Graceful And Green As A Stem.

Everytime You Grab At Love You Will Lose A Snowflake Of Your Memory

I Try To Make Those References. I Try To Make Sure That They're Not Too Obscure. But Outside Of That, I Dare Not Claim Anything In The Spiritual Realm For My Own.

We Are Ugly But We Have The Music.