I hear the bells. Down in the canyon, it's. Snow in New York. Some blue December, I'm. Gone to the moon. Without you, girl, and I'm. Calling to you. Throughout the world and well I can.
It will always be. The end of time. The end of law. The end of life. The dogs will howl. And yank the leash. From tree to tree. From each to each. . Does the man who makes the shoes own you, clown?.