What have we to show?. Barren feelings and dust for crow. We can't ever know. When it's time to go. That's the way to see the end. Glowing out along the river bend. It's not goodbye my only friend. Ye
ask to relieve splendor in the grass. . The first time I was ever kissed, the very first person I did miss. The first time I said goodbye, the first time I felt I'd die. The first time I felt shame
should take it slow. rest our heads upon the grass. and listen to it grow. Going where the hills are green. and the cars are few and far. days are full of splendor. and at night you can see the stars