" Childhood, sweet and sunny childhood, With its careless, thoughtless air, Like the verdant, tangled wildwood, Wants the training hand of care. See it springing all around us -- Glad to know, and quick to learn; Asking questions that confound us; Teaching lessons in its turn. Who
You're like perfection, some kind of holiday You got me thinking that we could run away You want I'll take you there, You tell me when and where, Oh oh oh oh But then I asked for your number, Said you don't have a phone It's getting late now, I gotta let you know That
" I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stre
" I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, l
