Tomorrow it will be another story
I'll not reach at another day
I have a lump in my throat
What was it of those histories with clever endings?
I have a black wisdom to teach
I have a dreadful past to tell
Only i have a fistful of lies for get along
Only i'm another shatter-man of peaceful lives
This life
I had no sooner left the hole than the heart rang
I'll cry
Her husband's illness has destroyed her for all life
She don't allow that kind of behaviour
I scalloped the edge
Is a man, with arduous luck
I doubt if they'll arrive in time
This ladder won't reach no spot
He has to appear before the dead prompt
He shows a lot of promise
Why were to late for to live trough?
Who goes there?
Tell me why you did it
Were twin-souls of us!
There are some many whys