Don't cry. Oh honey, please, don't be that way. Clouds in the sky. Should never make you feel that way. . And the rain. Will bring the violets of May.
Dear sweet filthy world, my wife or whoever reads this,. I think that I've lived too long. With all of my promise unfulfilled. But there is a veil drawn over all of that.
Did anybody notice, over marmalade and eggs. In between the Princess' legs. What with wars and floods and beggars. Not to mention stocks and shares. Well, if you have a moment to spare.