And thus we all are nighingThe truth we fear to know:Death will end our cryingFor friends that come and go.
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,We people on the pavement looked at him:He was a gentleman from sole to crown,Clean favored, imperially slim.And he was always quietly arrayed,And he was always hu...
Life is the game that must be played: This truth at least good friends we know So live and laugh nor be dismayed As one by one the phantoms go.
To some will come a time when change itself is beauty if not heaven.
Life is the game that must be played
I am living on hope and faith ... a pretty good diet when the mind will receive them.
Love must have wings to fly away from love And to fly back again.