Well, I never been to HeavenBut I been to OklahomaWell, they tell me I was born thereBut I really don't rememberIn Oklahoma, not ArizonaWhat does it matter, what does it matter?
Love must kiss that mortal’s eyesWho hopes to see fair Arcady.No gold can buy you entrance there;But beggared Love may go all bare—No wisdom won with weariness;But Love goes in with Folly’s dress—No fame that wit could ever win;But only Love may lead Love in.henry cuyler bunner
We chased our pleasures here, dug our treasures there. But can you still recall the time we cried? Break on through to the other side!jim morrison