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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen... See more

It is a good idea, then, to keep in touch, and I suppose that keeping in touch is what notebooks are all about. And we are all on our own when it comes to keeping those lines open to ourselves: your notebook will never help me, nor mine you.

The other one, a twenty-three-year-old, bothers me more. She was always a good deal of trouble, and I suspect she will reappear when I least want to see her, skirts too long, shy to the point of aggravation, always the injured party, full of recriminations and little hurts and stories I do not want to hear again, at once saddening me and angering... See more

And I've been a forest fire, I am a forest fire[Chorus]And I am the fire, and I am the forestAnd I am a witness watching itI stand in a valley watching it

I wanted to be an inventor

Collected scraps to make a portal

I wanted so much for magic to be real

And I don't wanna talk about anythingI don't wanna talk about anythingI wanna kiss, kiss your eyes againWanna witness your eyes lookingI don't wanna talk about anyoneI don't wanna talk about anyoneI wanna sleep in your car while you're drivingLay in your lap when I'm crying

Each year I'm like, ah, I'm gonna own my shit, and then each year I'm still so shy and so quiet