Relationships are like a cute little apartment suit in Montreal.
The Government serves when the law is king But that can swerve when the people cling
Twightlight falls without a sound Dark, yet light Day, yet night
With weariness of heart I cast my gaze, Soul grieved at all the want around me see;
Despite our best wishes none of us are Invictus...
Whither springs the dawn? Whither comes the day? Whither creeps the dusk? Whither flies the night? Whiter rests the earth?