You wrestle one night get up the next morning and fly out to the next city. You try to work out you try to get some food into you and lo and behold you have to go work again. You are living out of a suitcase.
Oh the summer night Has a smile of light And she sits on a sapphire throne.
Death is the tyrant of the imagination.
O human beauty what a dream art thou that we should cast our life and hopes...
