O Merry, Merry, Merry, Like Only Dogs

I Believed That The Way Passed Through Man, And That It Was From There That Destiny Had To Emerge.

You Can Cut All The Flowers But You Cannot Keep Spring From Coming.

Hour Of Nostalgia, Hour Of Happiness, Hour Of Solitude.

I Will Bring You Flowers From The Mountains, Bluebells, Dark Hazels, And Rustic Baskets Of Kisses. I Want To Do With You What Spring Does With The Cherry Trees.

While I'm Writing, I'm Far Away; And When I Come Back, I've Gone.