once I could love, I could trust, I could not doubt but that was just about the worst thing that I could do it was just about the worst thing that I could do

motherland cradle me close my eyes lullaby me to sleep keep me safe lie with me stay beside me don't go, don't you go

once I was open, could hope, I had no doubt but that was the worst thing that I could do

take one last look behind commit this to memory and mind don't miss this wasteland, this terrible place when you leave keep your heart off your sleeve

My one, my one, my only love, Hide, hide your face in a leaf, And let the hot tear falling burn The stupid heart that will not learn The everywhere of grief.

He was wounded. I suppose some sharp thing in me wanted to sting him, for making me need him now. After he'd once cut me to the edge of what a soul will bear. …

To have loved and lost, either by that total disenchantment which leaves compassion as the sole substitute for love which can exist no more, or by the slow tor…