Just As The Setting Sun Turned The

There Are Many Kinds Of Joy, But They All Lead To One: The Joy To Be Loved.

Just As The Setting Sun Turned The Clouds To Liquid Gold.

Without A Past You Can't Have A Future.

Nothing Can Happen More Than Once, But Everything Must Happen One Day; Over Hill And Dale, Wood And Stream, My Dying Voice Will Blow Away. . .

Nothing Is Lost. . .everything Is Transformed.