A man is a god in ruins. When men are innocent life shall be longer and shall pass into the immortal as gently as we awake from dreams.
I'm sad and blue about nobody but you. I told you that I loved you right from the start you told me the same and now you try to break my little heart.
Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome dreaming...
It would be a sad day if we British stopped being cynical, but you...
I have this absurd syndrome where I get these out-of-the-blue, pathetic...
It’s just rubbish.
