It Is Strange How Sad It Can

Something Came Out From My Heart Into My Throat And Then Into My Eyes.

There Is No Doubt That Running Away On A Fresh, Blue Morning Can Be Exhilarating.

We Can't All Be Happy, We Can't All Be Rich, We Can't All Be Lucky - And It Would Be So Much Less Fun If We Were... There Must Be The Dark Background To Show Up The Bright Colours.

They Say When Trouble Comes Close Ranks, And So The White People Did.

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