I Looked Up In The Sky And

If The Truth Is Told, Things Are Just As Bad As You Yourself Care To Make Them.

Once Again St. Nicholas Day Has Even Come To Our Hideaway; It Won't Be Quite As Fun, I Fear, As The Happy Day We Had Last Year. Then We Were Hopeful, No Reason To Doubt That Optimism Would Win The Bout, And By The Time This Year Came Round, We'd All Be Free, And Safe And Sound. Still, Let's Not Forget It's St. Nicholas Day, Though We've Nothing Left To Give Away. We'll Have To Find Something Else To Do: So Everyone Please Look In Their Shoe!

People Who Give Will Never Be Poor.

Love, What Is Love? I Don't Think You Can Really Put It Into Words. Love Is Understanding Someone, Caring For Him, Sharing His Joys And Sorrows. This Eventually Includes Physical Love. You've Shared Something, Given Something Away And Received Something In Return, Whether Or Not You're Married, Whether Or Not You Have A Baby. Losing Your Virtue Doesn't Matter, As Long As You Know That For As Long As You Live You'll Have Someone At Your Side Who Understands You, And Who Doesn't Have To Be Shared With Anyone Else!

Not Being Able To Go Outside Upsets Me More Than I Can Say, And I’m Terrified Our Hiding Place Will Be Discovered And That We’ll Be Shot.