Cliches Are Truisms And All Truisms Are

Will You Love Me In December As You Do In May?

And Don't You Know That God Is Pooh Bear?

I'd Sleep And Forget It; I Had My Own Life, My Own Sad And Ragged Life Forever.

...most Of The Time We Were Alone And Mixing Up Our Souls Ever More And Ever More Till It Would Be Terribly Hard To Say Good-by.

So I Rushed Past The Pretty Girls, And The Prettiest Girls In The World Live In Des Moines.