I Was 15 When I First Became

Do Not Be A Magician - Be Magic!

You Lose Your Grip, And Then You Slip Into The Masterpiece.

Who Could Have Foretold The Heart Grows Old From Touching Others

I Had The Title Poet, And Maybe I Was One For A While. Also, The Title Singer Was Kindly Accorded Me, Even Though I Could Barely Carry A Tune.

I Don't Really Understand That Process Called Reincarnation But If There Is Such A Thing I'd Like To Come Back As My Daughter's Dog.