Celia Celia
When I am sad and weary,
When I think all hope has gone,
When I walk along High Holborn
I think of you with nothing on.
Lack of money is no obstacle. Lack of an idea is an obstacle.
The first duty of a revolutionary is to get away with it.
An Epilogue I have seen flowers come in stony places And kind things done by men with ugly faces, And…
oh dear….
My My……..