It May Take Two People To Make

And Still The Mad Magnificent Herald Spring Assembles Beauty From Forgetfulness With The Wild Trump Of April:witchery Of Sound And Odour Drives The Wingless Thing Man Forth In The Bright Air.

And It's You Are Whatever A Moon Has Always Meant And Whatever A Sun Will Always Sing Is You

Only By You My Heart Always Moves.

The Whole Truth... Sings Only - And All Lovers Are The Song.

That Which We Die For Lives As Wholly As That Which We Live For Dies.