Writing over the sign you wroteBecause its this wayThis way that I want to walkWriting over the sign that you madeBecause its this way.This way that I believeLittle blue, a quiet moodI see a boundary along the streetYou came up to me with a smiley faceI said boy, youre going to walk by ...

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.Tis some visitor, I muttered, tapping at my chamber door Only ...