When you're away, I'm restless, lonely, wretched, bored, dejected only here's the rub, my darling dear, I feel the same when you're near.
Samuel Hoffenstein
feel lonely
Babies haven't any hair; Old men's heads are just as bare; between the cradle and the grave lie a haircut and a shave
grave lie babies hair
My soul is dark with stormy riot: Directly traced over to diet
diet soul dark
What a lucky thing the wheel was invented before the automobile; otherwise, can you imagine what awful screeching?
imagine lucky thing
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