Before I Could Read, Almost A Baby,

There Are Always Two Deaths, The Real One And The One People Know About.

Now At Last I Know Why I Was Brought Here And What I Have To Do.

Now I No Longer Wish To Be Loved, Beautiful, Happy Or Successful. I Want One Thing And One Thing Only - To Be Left Alone.

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

A Room? A Nice Room? A Beautiful Room? A Beautiful Room With Bath? Swing High, Swing Low, Swing To And Fro...this Happened And That Happened... And Then The Days Came And I Was Alone.