God Took Pattern After A Pine Tree

Look Lak She Been Livin' Through Uh Hundred Years In January Without One Day Of Spring.

When God Had Made The Man, He Made Him Out Of Stuff That Sung All The Time And Glittered All Over. Some Angels Got Jealous And Chopped Him Into Millions Of Pieces, But Still He Glittered And Hummed. So They Beat Him Down To Nothing But Sparks But Each Little Spark Had A Shine And A Song. So They Covered Each One Over With Mud. And The Lonesomeness In The Sparks Make Them Hunt For One Another.

Women Forget All The Things They Don't Want To Remember, And Remember Everything They Don't Want To Forget.

Every Heart Has Its Graveyard.

She Was Saving Up Feelings For Some Man She Had Never Seen.