Now those memories come back to haunt meThey haunt me like a curse

Now those memories come back to haunt meThey haunt me like a curse

But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.

But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.

What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it’s gone.

What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it’s gone.

In the morning of the night ~~ When I woke to find you gone ~~ I knew your distant devil read more

In the morning of the night ~~ When I woke to find you gone ~~ I knew your distant devil ~~Must be draggin' you along

One of the great penalties those of us who live our lives in full view of the public must pay read more

One of the great penalties those of us who live our lives in full view of the public must pay is the loss of that most cherished birthright of man's privacy.

There are occasions when it is undoubtedly better to incur loss than to make gain.

There are occasions when it is undoubtedly better to incur loss than to make gain.

The loss which is unknown is no loss at all.

The loss which is unknown is no loss at all.

Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.

Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.

Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.

Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.