There Is No Doubt That Running Away

I Didn't Know, I Didn't Know, I Didn't Know.

I Sit At My Window And The Words Fly Past Me Like Birds — With God's Help I Catch Some.

If She Says Goodbye Perhaps Adieu. Adieu - Like Those Old Time Songs She Sang. Always Adieu (and All Songs Say It). If She Too Says It, Or Weeps, I'll Take Her In My Arms, My Lunatic. She's Mad But Mine, Mine. What Will I Care For Gods Or Devils Or For Fate Itself. If She Smiles Or Weeps Or Both. For Me.

The Feeling Of Sunday Is The Same Everywhere, Heavy, Melancholy, Standing Still.

Before I Could Read, Almost A Baby, I Imagined That God, This Strange Thing Or Person I Heard About, Was A Book.