I've been a roaming Romeo. My Juliets have been many. But now my roaming days have gone. Too many irons in the fire. Is worse than not having any. I've had my share and from now on:.
The snow is snowing, the wind is blowing. But I can weather the storm!. What do I care how much it may storm?. I've got my love to keep me warm. . I can't remember a worse December.
Strange. How a dreary world can suddenly change. To a world as bright as the evening star. Queer. What a difference when your vision is clear. And you see things as they really are.