There's only one drummer. We all travel to his beat. Well I couldn't sing his song. Because for me it wasn't a truthful statement. Well Linda sang it and it was a monster for her.
There is no gilding of setting sun or glamor of poetry to light up the...
My recollection of a hundred lovely lakes has given me blessed release from...
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my...
I remember a hundred lovely lakes and recall the fragrant breath of pine and...
