If I could get the nerve, and move, I'd put them all to sleep. That would not be wrong for either you, or what it is we see. Somewhere there's a King who keeps His days for forgivin' everyone. If I could hold one thing - an anti-vermin seed - that I won't ever need.
Only for real, will we all pretend it over now? Over my hand I remember, doll, and what it do to them. And when you search your soul, you had better damn well tell green from gold. And when I look for home, if it's in my head, I'd say it's a bargain.