I Must Go In, The Fog Is

The Things That Never Can Come Back, Are Several- Childhood-some Forms Of Hope-the Dead- Though Joys-like Men-may Sometimes Make A Journey- And Still Abide-.

Love Is Anterior To Life, Posterior To Death, Initial Of Creation, And The Exponent Of Breath.

Luck Is Not Chance, It's Toil; Fortune's Expensive Smile Is Earned.

Witchcraft Was Hung, In History, But History And I Find All The Witchcraft That We Need Around Us, Every Day -

It Is Easy To Work When The Soul Is At Play.