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Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I With Thee Wild Nights Should Be Our Luxury! Futile – The Winds – To A Heart In Port – Done With The Compass – Done With The Chart! Rowing In Eden – Ah, The Sea! Might I Moor – Tonight – In Thee!

No Ladder Needs The Bird But Skies To Situate Its Wings, Nor Any Leaders Grim Baton Arraigns It As It Sings.

Sunrise: Day's Great Progenitor.

When A Lover Is A Beggar Abject Is His Knee. When A Lover Is An Owner Different Is He.

We Must Be Careful What We Say. No Bird Resumes Its Egg.