I Like My Body When It Is

What If A Much Of A Which Of A Wind Gives The Truth To Summer's Lie; Bloodies With Dizzying Leaves The Sun And Yanks Immortal Stars Awry?

May My Heart Always Be Open To Little Birds, Who Are The Secrets Of Living. Whatever They Sing Is Better Than To Know. And If Men Should Not Hear Them - Then Men Are Old.

Next To Of Course God America I / Love You Land Of The Pilgrims And So Forth Oh

...and Down They Forgot As Up They Grew.

Nobody, Not Even The Rain, Has Such Small Hands