I don't know what it is to love the way they love-they would jump off a bridge for me. I can't do that. I can only say, I owe you.
Why should I ask the wise men: Whence is my beginning? I am busy with the thought: Where will be my end?
I don't know what it is to love the way they love-they would jump off a bridge for me. I can't do that. I can only say, I owe you.