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Are You A Lucky Little Lady In The City Of Light? Or Just Another Lost Angel... City Of Night?

The Time You Wait Subtracts The Joy The Heads The Angel You Destroy

We Fear Violence Less Than Our Own Feelings. Personal, Private, Solitary Pain Is More Terrifying Than What Anyone Else Can Inflict.

All The Poems Have Wolves In Them. All But One. The Most Beautiful One Of All. She Dances In A Ring Of Fire And Throws Off The Challenge With A Shrug.

The Best Songs Come Unasked For. You Don't Have To Think About Them . . . Summer Is Good For Songs. When It's Real Warm, If You Have A Sense Of Freedom, Not A Lot On Your Mind, And A Feeling There's Plenty Of Time, It Just Seems To Be A Good Climate For Music.